Yes, it really is. I leave for vacation tomorrow, and the part that's the most difficult for me to swallow is the fact that I'll be off of work for 12 days straight. Which of course, makes me shout, INCONCEIVEABLE!, and at that point I'm quoting The Princess Bride all the livelong day.

I think that the last time I've gone that long without working was back in 98 when I went to England. Maybe I really am a workoholic....?

So I drop the dogs off at their respective sitters tonight. Reme is going to Frank and Dena's, and Zeus will be with Jesse and Jessica. I'm worried about splitting them up. I keep telling myself they'll be fine, they'll both be with one of their puppies, and they know the people in the house, but I'm still worried. I hope that they'll be ok.

It's also my mother's birthday tonight, so I have to drive to my parents' house for dinner...and I really don't have time.

Oh, and I haven't packed anything. Not one article of anything. Nope, nothing. My ride will be picking me up at 5:30 tomorrow morning, and I don't think I'll be ready.

And yeah, I had this crazy allergic reaction to this towlette that Jessica used to remove hair dye from my skin. I look like I have a sunburn all around the outside of my face, but it's still white in the middle. I look like a complete freak.

And I can't find my debit card. Anywhere.

So when people ask me why I'm not excited to get the hell out of here, I cite the above references stressors.

Plus my electricity is getting funky on me as well. I'll turn a light switch on and the lights will flicker and dim before lighting, so I'm convinced that my house will burn down while I'm gone, so I've decided I have to go home tonight and get all of the pictures and important relics out of the house.

So yeah, there's that.