It’s Sunday night, 8:45 pm.
Take a wild guess where I am.
At the office.
I must have completely lost my mind.
I always promise to get things done when I should KNOW that I won’t be able to finishÂ them in said time. I just can’t help thinking that I am Miss Genius and will make it work. Magically.
That’s why I am in the office. Working. On a Sunday, when I should be preparing for my trip.