Wow. I was going to go to the Mitchell Holiday party, but I hit the shower after work and now I am barely conscious. I know I didn't get much sleep last night, but this is a little ridiculous.
I must be getting old. I feel so lame for opting to spend my Saturday in. I mean, I did call a few people -- Andrew, Katie, but I'm kind of glad neither of them answered. I'll probably be out like a light and dead to the world in less than 30 minutes.
Work was a disaster tonight. I'm really not looking forward to having to work until 1:30 again and it's kind of cast a shadow over everything.
The rest of the day was good, and last night was a blast. Mario Kart with Brad and Andrew, drinkin', listenin' to tunes. Some QT with Kak, then this morning we were up at 8 and went to go pick up Barley, who is the cutest freaking thing ever. I can't wait to see how big he's going to get and to watch him grow. Oh, and to watch Andrew completely fall in love with his pet. It's pretty much the greatest. We've got a kitty play-date on Tues.
I am really not looking forward to going home. The drive is just going to be such a hassle. Plus, it just reinforces that we have to jerry-rig our holiday because I have to work on Christmas -- and therefore will be alone on Christmas. This depresses me. I'm trying not to think about it. I'm really upset that I won't be able to see my grandparents at all, and probably not until Easter. Especially since I didn't get to see them on Thanksgiving. I don't know how many holidays I have left with them. Especially with my grandpa's health and my grandmother's startling magnetic properties that make her a prime target for cars. They're like ticking time bombs, and I don't know how many ticks are left.