dance like a crazy

I have been working like a crazy go crazy all week. I had a list of 5 things (well, really 8 things) to get done this week and I had to blow myself apart to get them all done. How is it so hard to get 8 things done? What kind of black hole does work time get sucked into? I can remember working in a research laboratory and looking at the clock every 20 minutes and now I look at the clock and it's mid-afternoon and I worked through lunch again. Come on!

In non-work related news, Andrew & I had an excellent trip to Arizona, where we saw all kinds of awesome birds and we planted cactus plants. It was nice to get charged up on Vitamin D and vacation sleep so I could get through the last of PA's very dreary winter (ever heard of a radical notion of actually SNOWING in winter)? I baked a killer cake for Andrew's birthday--aahhh! Not that kind of killer, but it WAS flavored orange, so just watch yourself.

Anyway, that's the local news for the day. It's time for me to go play gerbil at the local fitness facility.

Work work work work

Being an adult is lame. Working too much is not cool, people.