i've got to be at work at 6:30 tomorrow morning. before the coffee shop, before consciousness...
i'm in trouble. it always seems so much easier weeks in advance, when i agree to cover judy's shift.
i just like being nice.
here comes the bitching.
damn. damn. damn.
in other news...
the sun hung over the lake for an eternity this evening, and it reminded me of a song lyric:
"remember when we used to count the days?"
time goes by so quickly now.