It's 4/20.

and for most people it means tokin on a doobie.

for me it means, getting things wire-o bound, picking up the laminated cards, affixing velcro to back of laminated cards, mocking up a complete binder, mocking up a complete planner...it means worrying about things like: will the press passes turn out okay? will the t-shirts turn out okay? if they're not okay I don't have time to fix it. Do we have everything for the gift bags? Do we have bubble wrap? Where are the boxes? Will I make Fed Ex? I just paid 3$ for a gallon of gas! Who's going to buy me lunch? I see this change order, do I sign it? Who does it go to? The company better let me expense my cell phone, my charges are double!
i'm hungry. i'm fat. what's this on my chin? Almost 37 and still breaking out? Thanks God, you're funny. Christine has a birthday coming. Aaaah...to be 32 again...or is she 33? To me she'll always be 25. I miss her. I better call her for an Olde ship run...soon. soon.

i'm all over the place and instead of writing here I should be working!!!

i'm working.

I have to go now to pick up my laminated cards....