Daydreaming

Its been one of those weeks. Work is a blur of phone calls, questions, requests, reports, meetings, discussions, emails, and me making really ugly faces. I can't help it, it really does make me feel better. I should have known when Ben said "Good morning, sunshine!" (yes, he's one of those) yesterday and I replied " Its more like an eclipse. Coffee ready?" that it was going to be a grueling uphill treck of the 72 hours until Friday for me. IthinkIcan, IthinkIcan.....

Please don't think I'm not thankful for my job. And please don't think I hate it. I really don't. I like challenges, and it definitely meets that criteria. It's a good place to be.

Its just that if I had a choice, I would be surrounding my self with other things at this moment.

Things like these:

So if you don't hear from me for a little bit, don't worry. I have probably sold all of my belongings and flown to some beautiful remote island, bought a shack on the beach, taken seasons 1,2, and 3 of Grey's that my girlfriends have let me borrow, along with my library of Picoult novels, my blender, dvd player, and a Snickers cake from Puffy Muffin, (okaaaaaaaay, so I would take Ben and his 183 cases of Mountain Dew with me) and my dog, and will return when I have regained some small portion of my sanity.

I may be a while.