Chaotic

With my boss leaving on Wednesday for a three week vacation, it's a little bit hectic on my part, trying to get his affairs in order, so posting today and tomorrow will presumably be scarce. This is me explaining today's lack o' fresh meat. Sorry!

Anyway, yeah. I'm rushed. Madcap. Frantic. Pained. There's an air of humid disconnect about me. My chest hurts.

In great news, I leave for Puerto Rico on Friday, so I have my own affairs to tend to. Haven't even begun to consider packing. Tonight I'll probably start. I'm seeing War of the Worlds on Wednesday night, I couldn't bear to wait until I returned, but that does cramp down on my evening time for preparing myself. And yes, I do have four whole days, but I tend to spazz over this sort of thing. Not to mention how I can already feel the tension rising from my belly about flying - I am a total chicken about it, and this will be the first time the boyfriend's going to see me in I'm-on-a-plane-and-going-to-die mode, and I need to remember to buy some Benedryl or something that will knock me out. Otherwise, unpretty.

I can't even handle my truth, y'all!

Sorry, calling this post "Chaotic" has me feeling all Britney-ized. Eww. I'm practically lactating Cheeto dust.