Can of Worms

Today is my half birthday- 25.5 years. But if people ask I say 25. A little white lie but as you get older, women make these subtle vain lies. I don't think anyone can tell, I don't look 25.5, do I?

For my real birthday I am planning an imaginary trip to Brazil. You are all invited. I thought a destination birthday could be very, very nice and I want to go somewhere warm in December. Australia is too far so Brazil it is. Hooray! Let me know if you are coming. (Translation: In December I will be snowed in and glueing my face to a picture of the Brazilian Coast.)

I am exhausted beyond words. Why is my week lasting so long? I just want to curl up in bed with my book indefinitely. Alas, I must keep it short, for my work day beckons and there is much to be done. What does it say about your job when it would be a relief to be fired? How do I keep attracting positions like this. Oh, yeah, I don't say No, ever. Okay, I am going to take my imaginary nap and then back to work!