Posting here will be patchy or non-existant over the next couple of days. I know, I know. Just writing this makes me cringe, but it's the best I can do this week, my loves.
I'm working at a conference Friday-Sunday, which means a 7.30am start tomorrow and it'll be basically go-go-go until I collapse at the lovely Morgan's birthday drinks on Sunday night. All this week I not only started a new job, one which has meant getting up early to trek out to the asscrack of nowhere, but I've been going into the centre and pricing books and packing boxes around 9.30 or 10pm.
Right now I'm very, very stressed and very, very tired. I could use a back rub, actually any kind of rub would be good. I haven't even seen Morgan this week, even though we've chatted and emailed. It's not exactly what you would call relationship enhancing doing these conferences.
On the upside, I have Monday off.
- Quinn is in town, and even though it sucks that I'm busy most of the weekend, she's staying at my place and I'll get to hang out with her some, especially early next week
- my good friend (and ex) Stephen is in town too and we're going out on Monday for lunch to celebrate my birthday
- oh, did I mention it's my birthday on Monday?