freaky friday

I would like to cancel today. It's Friday 13th - do I need any other reasons? Didn't think so.
However, my illustrious employers would more than likely not be terribly understanding were I to simply leave, because believe it or not, I don't really have the authority to cancel a day. Not even Friday 13th.
But on the bright side, at least it's Friday, and the weekend is just ahead. Not that I have anything terribly exciting planned, but at least I won't have to drag myself out of bed to sit at my desk all day. At least not for another 2 days. Ain't life sweet?
It's been a rough week. All that's left of my 'discontinuation effects' is a tendency to want to cry with very little provacation. It's really difficult to maintain professionalism at work - especially during a busy and stressful week - when I keep wanting to burst into tears. I've managed to avoid tears by not doing a lot of talking. I'm sure all the girls will agree with me on this: when a woman is feeling emotional and on the verge of tears, the thing that will push her over the edge is the simple act of speaking. So yes, I've been very quiet this week and probably noticeably withdrawn. And now I need a rest - a break from holding in my emotions and smiling at people to make them feel more comfortable when all I want to do is throw a hissy fit. 'Cos seemingly unprovoked hissy fits also don't really fit into the whole professionalism thing very well.
But never mind, I think I'm on the home stretch and soon I'll be back to my vibrant, bubbly, pleasant self.
Um, ja.
In other news... nope, that's about it. I'm sure there was something else I wanted to say but whatever other thought flitted through my head when I started typing this has long since joined all those socks that seem to go missing in the wash.