Wednesday garbage

I put in 13 hours at work today, so I'm a bit tired and pissy, but let's keep this upbeat, shall we?

Survivor starts tomorrow.  YeeeeHaaaawwww!  I'm ready.  More ready than you can imagine.  As soon as it's over, I'll have to start packing for my trip, but I'll enjoy that hour like I have an eternity to sit on that couch.

Friday morning, I'll head to the airport.  I hate MCI.  Anyway, I was going to get Mom to come over here early, and leave while the girls slept.  I figured today that I can leave at 6:30 and make it there in time, so I'm not going to.  It would be easy (although a copout) to let mom wake them up, but I'd rather say "goodbye."  Natalie will shed a few tears, but she gets better every time.

Indianapolis is expecting 33 degrees and snow showers on Saturday.  Bah Humbug.  I picked up my clothes from the cleaners, as well as the 3-4 items that Kevin and Brett threw in...the bill was $53!  ACK.  Anyway, all of my work sweaters/shirts are clean and pressed now.  I can pack after Survivor tomorrow, and be ready to roll.  Kevin, the kids, and the dog are apparently heading to Carthage for the weekend.  I hope the dog behaves.  The others can fend for themselves.

I've put in a tough week, and I'm ready for a few evenings in a quiet hotel room.  I will get some work done, and update my journal, but have no REAL responsibilities in the evenings.  PHEW!  I hope there's a good eatin' joint there.  Room service sounds awesome.

It's Februrary 1 and we still lack Kevin's W2.  Sheesh.  They probably mailed it yesterday.  I hate this waiting game.  I want my refund, DAMMIT!

Oh, something I forgot to tell Mom in my reply to her journal entry...my aquarium was loud because the water level is getting a bit low.  The water is falling almost 2 inches to hit the surface, so that's what you hear.  I'll add water....honest!