(no subject)
I have, at this time of year, way too fookin much to do. It isn't so much that I don't have time for it. It is that it is not and emotional priority. Quite frankly, it is the opposite of a priority. On a completely separate note, Brian comes back to morrow. Stop making that look - it is unrelated to me not wanting to do anything resembling work. I would still feel this way about everything I need to get done, regardless of the fact that he's been back in the States having oodles of fun without me for three weeks. And now for the related to Brian coming home happy dance. There will be sex. Oh, yes, there will. It's about fookin time. I'm getting a little nutty.
Lastly, completely related to my job,
Lastly, completely related to my job,