There is a point right before you go on vacation where you don't want to do a damn thing. I like to call it vacationitis. I sat in my cubical today, thinking how much I didn't want to do anything. How I just wanted to skip the next week and head straight down to Florida and get the six day break on the road.
Lord knows I need it. The week before, we all need it. We start feeling yancy. We start day dreaming and doodling on the side of the notebook instead of taking notes. And you begin to wonder how your going to make it through the next week.
7 days...can be either one of two things.
either extremely long
or extremely short.
im hoping mine will be the latter.
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