I leave for Seattle next Tuesday. Then I’m back the Monday after that. I’ve thought almost nothing about the trip since booking my tickets. Everyone at work keeps asking me, “Are you excited?” Uh, no. I’m nothing. Haven’t thought about it. How is it that I can procrastinate even in having fun?
It’s no picking deer meat out of my car, but…
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