I go back to work in two days. Two.
But I'm not freaking out about it or anything...
It's actually not two days, because it's 8:30 on Saturday evening as I write this,so it's more like thirty-six hours. Thirty-six.
But it's not that I'm counting or anything...
Heh. (terrified half smile)
Also, I broke a nail today, so now I have to type with my other fingers, because it hurts like a (insert preferred explicit here.)
Seriously, it hurts.
I spent so much time on illustrations and all that it's not thirty-six hours anymore. It's thirty-five hours...
But it's going to be OK. I'm going to be OK. Even my stupid nail will grow back.
It will all work out as it should.