An end to things

The last full work-week of my year ends today. I have a couple of days next week, but let's face it - nobody's getting much done then.

I'd feel pretty good about today but I have a f***ing meeting that starts exactly the time I usually get off work and will run till who-knows-when.

I'm a little bitter and whiny.

Actually, I'm mostly fine with it at the moment. I originally wanted to try to corner precious laundry-room time (my building has limited fascilities and it's a semi-constant war among my neighbors to get laundry done), but I have a party to go to tonight and wouldn't have time anyway.

Yes. Woe is me. I have too many social obligations.

I find that funny too.