I am sick. All the running around. Like I said to Aida, for 50 weeks it is like sitting on a lemon tree where nothing ever happens and then in the last 2 weeks of the year, everything does. Every year! Just like clockwork.
(actually I am a bit angry right now with my messed up schedule that keeps changing and changing and changing and changing. While I am very much an anything-goes kinda person, it’s still a pain having to sit around doing nothing on the off-chance that something’s going to happen. I’ll sit still when I’m dead. Right now I want to move it, move it.)
Oh when is the new year starting? I want to get it over with already.