So, after three weeks of 12-hour days, sleeping poorly, having WAY too little fun, and eating foods I normally don't at times I normally don't and in quantities I normally don't...I'm finally going home. I'm tired, I'm crabby, and I'm sick of feeling like eight pounds stuffed into a five-pound sack. By 430pm PDT this afternoon, I'll be standing at a baggage claim carousel at PDX waiting for my bags. Yeah, I'm ready to go home. I want to drive my own car, I want to sleep in my own bed, and, more than anything else, I want to look out my window...and not see Cleveland. Then I can spend some time catching up, relaxing, and having some fun, which I'm REALLY looking forward to. In addition to that, I have the next week off. Does it get any better? Only if it serves me coffee in bed.... ;-)
June 18, 2008 4:40 AM
