When is my next vacation?

I told my sister I went for a walk and ended up at my neighbor's house - to which she replied "sounds like a long walk".

"Thank God" is what I say because I needed that two hours of complete bs. Constantly moving, thinking, planning, talking is just pure exhausting. I have the day off on Friday and am starting it off with an 8 am meeting at STBX w/ UMSL COFAC. Why? Because I like being busy. But seriously! My brain is fried.

The point, so I can go to sleep, is that what has been consuming my mind at work: politics, movement, direction, intelligence - doesn't matter. It took two glasses of wine and some wisdom ten years older than I (and ten times the fabulous) to remind me that my opinions were my opinions, what mattered was my work - my focus - what I do for the company. She was telling me stories of her days working LA and London as a Sr. Account Exec in the Entertainment Industry, laying awake at night trying to remember if she got Robert Redford's approval on the final copy of the media or the 39th copy. And the "michigas" (I am sure I spelled this wrong - it means bs) of all the approvals, signatures, etc...

We all deal with it - but the point: be proud of what you accomplish and, for me, I need to make sure I don't mix my lofty writing dream world with my technical process real world right now, because - as stated earlier - it is kind of like my brain was put in a socket. There is laundry to be done, a novel to complete, and a Help Desk workspace to launch...all very different things - but all me.

Oh - and two more months till Wyclef is back.