I don't even want to think about what the next week is going to involve, plzkthnx. Tomorrow's my last day off until Sunday and I know I'm going to be dragged downtown at eight in the morning to set up the booth in the rain on Sunday. Just know it. Trev wants me to try to get my hair dyed Wednesday night, but I'd far rather be curled up in the fetal position on my bed with the cat purring somewhere close by at that time. And I have to get up at five-thirty every morning from Thursday till Saturday...
Oh coffee, how I love you...
Oh coffee, how I love you...