Ive been awake 12 hrs now, since I flew from DC to SF this morning and went straight to work at around 10am.
I want to write about this weekend, but it will be a while before I get to it — so many other backed up posts, so little time. Maybe this week I’ll be able to catch up…maybe.
In short — had a great time in DC. We were all so stupid/crazy/silly/boozy. It’s been a while since I’ve been all those things. One night, we stayed up until I dont know when, laughing about the absolute most idiotic thing, and then kept provoking the behavior by one-upping the other. Man, we drank a lot.
Now, in my 13th hr at work, with about 4-5 hours left, and I’m about to crash hard. I hate that coming-back-from-vacation feeling. Especially when the vacation was spent with people you love. Sigh.
If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times:
I hate being so damn sentimental.
