aderam | Ennnh

Life is made of craziness.

Less than five days after getting home from visiting the Parentals for

hobbitbabe's wicked awesome birthday party, I'm getting on another to Newfoundland to visit my brother. This is apparently the best weekend for me to be doing this. (And yesterday I bought my plane tickets to Italy!!! - How's that for air travel?)

Of course this is also Grad Week at the University, which means that there are catering events (at which I must work) all week. My normally low-stress part-time job has turned into something far more intense and now my feet hurt like wo.

Remind me never to become a waitress for permanent. (Or even for more than random evenings.)

Tomorrow I work catering from 9-3 and then Housekeeping from 3-6 and then I rush around to get on a plane at 2120 (this is more difficult than it initially seems because I actually have to leave nearly two and a half hours before the flight leave in order to get to the airport on time. I hate our airport - or rather, I hate how far away from life our airport is.

Sleep now...