I confess...
My inner gypsy is screaming for freedom.
I want to sell my worldly possessions, buy a pop-up camper, quit my job and run for the frakking hills! I have no idea where I'd drive to or what I'd do or find when I got there. And, of course, I know it's all geography and pointless because, well, wherever I go, there I am. *laughs*
This stress-induced rambling rant brought to you by... the letter C (
caffeine) and the number 0 (
the number of vacation days I can use this quarter due to the lack of manpower in my department.) *RAWR!*