The shitith has hitith the fan... ith. My wheaties are fully pissed in. SP has shit the bed. What a morning. How could things that functioned for a few days go so horribly awry if not for human intervention? I'm not as upset as I'm playing up to be, but it's quite the frustration. If I wanted to know if the week could get worse I could remind myself of the most loathed doctor appointment of the year that I have tomorrow.

I made good progress last night on the paper (despite the phone ringing numerous times... AHEM... you're suppose to be making me get my butt in gear). *laugh* At least it's going in the right direction. I see the light at the end of the tunnel... two weeks! I also have my celebration planned for Friday May 18th. Who's in?