June 9th, 2004



These days, I don't recover from work as well as I used to. It's on my mind more (gee, you couldn't tell by all the work entries?). And even when it isn't, I am unable to function more when I get home. It's all I can do to zone out on a book. Making food? Out of the question. Cleaning? Out of the question. Running errands? Hardly. I live for weekends.

I was going to take a week off and disappear to Vancouver Island, but I've realized that I have a conflict during the time slot I've got available. Since I want to go to this wedding, I'll probably take my week off and just stay home. Kind of a bummer to not go somewhere, but I need the break.