I really wish I had a funny, slightly self-depreciating story told with great wit which I could share with you.
I do not.
I'm about to work 43 hours over the course of the next three days. Yes, I'm cringing, too.
In the midst of this insanity, I need to find time to clean my car, take it in for a 50k mile check up and oil change, get my dogs groomed and medicated, clean the house one last time, pay some bills, workout like a madwoman, and pack for Florida.
What am I doing instead? Sitting here, talking to you. My nonexistant reader.