I had a good day at work today, but I've had a splitting sinus headache since the moment I woke up 16+ hours ago. I came home looking forward to 2 things: a leftover brownie and a day off tomorrow to sleep in, work out, and catch up on paperwork.
Well, Ross ate the last 3 brownies and didn't save any for me.
And since I just realized tomorrow is March 1 (thankGodFebruaryisover) it's not a day off, it's a farm day. My internship seemed like a good idea a month ago when playing outside in the summer sun 2 days a week sounded like fun. Now I realize I've signed up for a soggy spring and a 55-hour work week EVERY WEEK from now through the end of October. GULP.
In typical Therese fashion, I now regret this decision. But it's too late to back out now.