sure thing

Sitting in an office chair repeating "I need to get up and change clothes and leave" really doesn't accomplish anything. No matter how many times you repeat it.

I think I can draw an application here between my going-to-start-anytime-now voyage to Long Beach and life in general, but every time I get about 85% done forming the mental link, I lose track of it.

That, and I keep having that feeling like I'm not sure if I'm in a dream or not (this could be because of the back-to-back strong mom-made coffee and Starbucks consumptions this morning). There are a couple things I'd be happy to wake up from, but mostly I hope this is reality.

And I can't find my dress slacks.

But I DID get up at 5:30 this morning in a panic and found Chuck's house keys (which aren't really Chuck's), so that's good.

(Something tells me I'm in no condition to leave.)

I need to get up and change clothes and leave already . . .

I need to get up and change clothes and leave already . . .

I need to get up and change clothes and leave already . . .