Here, take some Aleve

I'm only French-Canadian and so I am only accustomed to an occasional bitch slap now and again. I can imagine that a jetliner doesn't feel much better. You have my empathy.

I went shopping last night, I got a couple new pieces to my professional wardrobe and while I made out like a bandit (both in terms of what I got and the price I paid), I feel like there still needs to be more. Good thing I work in a mall. Now if I could muster the energy and motivation to get there early, I might be able to do some other successful shopping. But we'll have to wait and see. I don't want to overload.

I did everything I needed to yesterday (paperwork, emails, etc) and so today I sit here impatiently waiting my time to go to work, wondering if I could go back 14 hours if maybe I could have helped prevent an accidental tap of the return button that caused second guessing and aviation problems. Oh well, something is just bound to take my mind off of that. I hope it happens quickly.

I'm crazy, I know I am. I'm going to enjoy my insanity while it lasts.