Pah

If this were a regular workday, I'd be ecstatic to be leaving at this time.

Seeing as it is, technically, Saturday, I am officially a) bummed, b) starving, c) braindead, and d) in need of a vacation.

The sad thing was that a colleague asked if I was working late because I had to get work done before I leave on vacation, and my answer was no, the deadlines are all for this week anyway, so if I didn't have the prospect of vacation to keep me sane --- well, let's just say that I will be having at least one stout drink tonight to restore the equilibrium in my mind.