Ugh. Long weekend.
Friday night - sold Harry Potter to something like 2000 rabid fans. Worked 'til 0230 in the morning. Slept 45 minutes and went back to work for another eight and a half hours. Came home, passed out, got up, passed back out. Got up Sunday and went and saw Camelot - Sunday was my (first) anniversery.
Today I have to clean the house, do the dishes, mow the yard, do all the laundry, pack, and get to bed early.
Tomorrow and the ass crack of dawn it's to the airport and off to Seatle.
Busy damn weekend.
Today I have to clean the house, do the dishes, mow the yard, do all the laundry, pack, and get to bed early.
Tomorrow and the ass crack of dawn it's to the airport and off to Seatle.
Busy damn weekend.