Calmness, yet more.
Maybe I'm resigned. I don't know. I know for a fact that tonight is going to be hell, no matter what way it's sliced. Even if things go relatively smoothly, it'll still be hell. This is a final dress, so to speak, so it's desinted to be hell. But I'm still feeling strangely calm and at ease. The headache I have isn't exactly proof positive of that calmness, but there it is.
I'm just going to spend the day looking forward to the night, as it were. Perhaps if I keep looking forward, things won't seem so pressing. Tonight, there's a bitch session over coffee, hugging Erin, going for drinks with various people, and getting home. Tomorrow there's a nice warm bath, getting paid, talking with Nikki, Christmas shopping, bill paying (yes, this is a good thing, 'cause it's one less thing on my shoulders), then wine at Cru. Saturday is NO WORK and the Dinner Party. Sunday is laundries, perhaps a long conversation, and the Subway Christmas Party, which means CHRISTMAS BONUS YAY. I think that's plenty to look forward to, what?
Indeed.
More Diet Coke, some organising, and that coffee. Huzzah.
I'm just going to spend the day looking forward to the night, as it were. Perhaps if I keep looking forward, things won't seem so pressing. Tonight, there's a bitch session over coffee, hugging Erin, going for drinks with various people, and getting home. Tomorrow there's a nice warm bath, getting paid, talking with Nikki, Christmas shopping, bill paying (yes, this is a good thing, 'cause it's one less thing on my shoulders), then wine at Cru. Saturday is NO WORK and the Dinner Party. Sunday is laundries, perhaps a long conversation, and the Subway Christmas Party, which means CHRISTMAS BONUS YAY. I think that's plenty to look forward to, what?
Indeed.
More Diet Coke, some organising, and that coffee. Huzzah.