lilfleur

Is it really Wednesday already? Time flies, I suppose, but when I'm too busy to even check in with an online porn site, then it's a bit alarming. Note the sarcasm, just incase you think I'm serious. It's difficult to relay emotions like sarcasm without something like a or a ...so I guess how that should have read was "...but when I'm too busy to even check in with an online porn site, then it's a bit alarming "

Heading into work soon, procrastination is my middle name this week. Actually it was my FIRST name LAST week, and that's why everything is backed up. I guess my time at the airport on my way to Chicago on Friday would have been better spent being productive, than being pissed off.

It was a great weekend, as always when I get to see my girl. Spent some time with the boy as well, and his two kids, who are wonderful. I hear all of these nightmare stories about getting involved with someone who has kids, and it's just not the case with them, they are very sweet, and I found myself not shying away from that maternal instinct that actually is buried somewhere inside of me. I'm a little scared how well this is going so far, but not enough to avoid it all together.

This week is, in a word, work. I find myself anxiously looking at the calendar hoping that it will magically fast-forward to the weekend, and this pile on my desk will somehow disappear. I love what I do, don't get me wrong, but I have earned the weekend, and I'm ready for a payout.