As of 3pm this afternoon I am on holidays until January 5.
Sixteen days span ahead of me of pure fucking BLISS.
I am positively GIDDY with anticipation.
I cannot remember the last time I took leave that wasn’t for some other purpose than just sitting on my arse and doing whateverthefuckIwant.
And you know what? For the next 16 days, I am going to do just that.
Well, sort of.
What I DON’T want to do is:
Drive to and from schools – TICK!
Go to work – TICK!
Wear pants – MOST OF THE DAYS TICK!
Set an alarm to get up – TICK!
Eat at regular times instead of when I feel like it – TICK!
Not spend the day drunk – um lets not get carried away now…
I spent most of the day at work today pissing my colleagues off with my pure unadulterated GLEE at the prospect of not having to set foot in the place again until next year, and the fact that I managed to clear my desk of some particularly awful work that had been hanging around since JANUARY (fuck I am a SUPERSTAR) that obviously no one else could possibly wrap their tiny brains around.
And now, for the next 2 weeks and a bit, I am on holidays.
And I am losing my motherfucking shit at the thought of it.
Oh… and I forgot to mention, MPS is on holidays too. And Boo. So yay them too!
But more YAY ME!
*gets up and starts dancing around the house*