When I first learned from Pat -- a woman in my office -- that we had the week between Christmas and New Years off, I was thrilled. I went on and on about all the things I was going to accomplish, to which Pat replied "pfft! Everybody says that." I was bound and determined to prove Pat wrong, except I've been up for 4 1/2 hours and I'm just now sitting at the kitchen table in my underwear blogging instead of still being in bed and blogging. It's still early enough for me to ski, and I did pick my freshly tuned/waxed/sharpened stix up yesterday from Ski Chalet, but at the same time I could go get some Starbucks and putter around the house.
But it's already Wednesday. Fuck fuck fuck!