I Can Handle Anything
That’s right. Give me a finite period of time, and I can cope with anything. So, like a mantra, today I kept repeating to myself “3 more days”. In just 3 glorious days, I will be on vacation. HA HA HA HA HA HA! Yes, I am close to hysterics, but that should only serve as proof of how much I need a vacation. Soon, work will be but a distant and almost painless memory, at least for 9 days. In the meantime, I think I’ll go fire up that margarita machine…
