Ever since I finally got my ass out of bed this morning, I have just working, working working. Even taking the guys out to lunch felt like I was working. **sigh** and there is still stuff to do and it’s all paperwork, which sucks. I’m not liking the fact that my work life is starting to look like my personal life. That’s why I come to work, is to get away from my personal life.
O.K. time to put in 2 more hours of work in
A 40-something rediscovering life in California