One project left and I am free. Tomorrow I'm boarding a plane and heading to my second home for twenty-two days. I tried packing last night and there is no zipping my suitcase. I want to take all my pretty things.
Gosh, I am excited.
In the meantime, I am running on coffee and Excedrin. I'm saying things I normally wouldn't. And watching New Girl is the only thing calming me down. I want her hair. And her clothes. And her apartment.
I sound like a five year old at Christmas. I am going to act like a five year old at Christmas when I get off that plane.
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