Whoa
It's officially Christmas eve and I'm getting up in five and a half hours to go into the office.
I'm still awake because I had a lot of hot chocolate and I'm not tired yet and I'm reading a friend's old lj entries. And I really wanna fall asleep next to this friend tonight but that's remarkably improbable.
It's weird being home. It still doesn't feel like it's Christmas. It's fucking Christmas Eve and I'm not feeling it. And that makes me sad.
I really don't want to go to work. Strike that. I want to hang out with the few people who'll be there and I want to chat on the internets. But there's so much work to do and I got an email from a coworker who left even more and I'm not going to be surprised when I go into my cubicle, move the roll of drawings that's on the floor so I can get to my chair, and feel like I'll burst into tears.
I could maybe cry right now thinking of how busy I'm going to be and how I'm not going to get to take the time off that I'd like to this week.
Why can't I have a Christmas vacation too?
I'm still awake because I had a lot of hot chocolate and I'm not tired yet and I'm reading a friend's old lj entries. And I really wanna fall asleep next to this friend tonight but that's remarkably improbable.
It's weird being home. It still doesn't feel like it's Christmas. It's fucking Christmas Eve and I'm not feeling it. And that makes me sad.
I really don't want to go to work. Strike that. I want to hang out with the few people who'll be there and I want to chat on the internets. But there's so much work to do and I got an email from a coworker who left even more and I'm not going to be surprised when I go into my cubicle, move the roll of drawings that's on the floor so I can get to my chair, and feel like I'll burst into tears.
I could maybe cry right now thinking of how busy I'm going to be and how I'm not going to get to take the time off that I'd like to this week.
Why can't I have a Christmas vacation too?