It was simply a matter of time...
I left work yesterday at 2pm. It became glaringly obvious while trying to fax out past due invoices, when I kept having to reprint because I literally couldn't spell, that I needed to be somewhere that I could do no harm. I had explained to boss-man the situation and he gave me my blessing to get up out of this piece. Home is about a 10-15 minute drive, and I had my iPod blasting, window down and was forcing myself to sing aloud to the songs. I got home, collapsed in bed and was so entirely sure... Sign in to see full entry.