I hate when you're actually looking forward to four whole days off work, something you haven't experienced since you began working back in March (I know people go much longer than that, but when your last four days off were to go up the East Coast and see your favorite band four nights in a row, working nonstop seems a little, I don't know, tired in comparison) and then shit happens and you decide, hey, maybe it'd be better to just work through Thanksgiving! If your office was open, that is! Ha! Ha ha!
I don't want to go home. Sorry Kel.
Wednesday afternoon through Saturday afternoon = destined to be hell.
Only my thesis can save me now.