This Is It

Alas, today is my last day of vacation. So excuse me if I spend the day in search of an orchestra of violins parked by the pool, enjoying what I can of this great stretch of weather today before going back to something resembling hell work tomorrow.

At least I will be tanner than my colleagues rested and desperate for a payceck ready for a fresh start. I will probably cry tonight am ready for routine again and know that things will be more tolerable with alcohol okay. I will avoid small talk like the plague reconnect with colleagues and find myself making plans for happy hour inspired to begin a new year with a lottery ticket in my pocket positive attitude.

Bullshit. Or something like that.