Monday, July 25, 2011

eight days a week

I was supposed to be at a networking happy hour with Allie right now.  Instead, I'm sitting slouched and half-awake on my couch, wondering if working through the weekend (and logging an 11-hour day today) has permanently damaged my brain. If that didn't do me in, this episode of Real Housewives of New York just might.  

Believe it or not, I willingly subjected myself to all these extra brain-busting hours at work.  I will thank myself when I can actually go home for the holidays using all the comp time I'm earning right now.  Until then, I'm going to have to visualize a very happy place.  

Like this...

...sigh. Maui, I miss you. 

I have some more blog-worthy stories than my extreme mental/physical exhaustion.  Once I recover from that business, I'll get around to spice rub disasters, banana bread deliciousness, fights with George (Forman) and possibly the sleeper hit of the Sunday dinner series thus far.  

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