Freaking out, freaking out, freaking out, freaking out...
I'm fucking blowing everyone off. I'm such a baby when it comes to everyone being home. I just want to crawl under a blanket and cuddle with the closest person who will rearrange their schedule to fit with mine. *grumpy crying voice* I have too many friends and they all call me when they're in town and demand to see me. Not to mention all the family is in town and calling seven times a day. Just got off the phone with a string of calls from Millers, Griffiths, McCormics, Mahoneys and Masons. I have three parties to go to tomorrow (and a 6 hour work shift) and three to attend on Christmas. Those are just the ones I'm related to by blood. To top it off... my fucking printer is being an asshole. I might just say fuck it and go drive up to Crown Point with my kitty, a pencil and paper, and a book. (Speaking of whom, Cheshire was lost for two freezing nights... I was so fucking worried!) That actually sounds like an excellent idea! Or go to the Galens', who are Jewish, and watch a movie. This time next year I will be graduated, an RN and on my way out of the country. AHHHHH, can't wait.