well, actually, i just don't want to go to bed.
not that i don't like bed, i do - or sleeping - heavens - i'm a 9-hour-a-night woman if given half a chance.
what i'm really hating is work. i only have 3 1/2 weeks left in this contract and i am sooooo detaching. in fact, i'm detached. i even brought home my coaster yesterday, the one i bring to all my jobs that has an artistic rendition of a duck with a stethoscope around its neck with the caption, "trust me, i'm a ductor".
although it's still in my coat pocket. so i guess i'm in limbo. if a coaster is symbolic, that is.
i hate these waiting times.
god - imagine if i were in a traffic accident and not only were my knickers dirty but i could only be identified by a duck coaster.
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I'm still trying to picture just what a "artistic rendition of a duck with a stethoscope" looks like...
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