Only one more sleep until the legendary (it hasn’t even happened yet and it’s already legendary) trip to Seattle.
All day I’ve been hearing the voice of this funny little guy playing over and over in my head:
Although I’m ecstatic to be going, the timing couldn’t be worse in terms of work; we have a huge deadline to hit so while I should be dancing around my place and singing and making shopping lists and printing off Google maps, instead I’m stressed out (and writing about being stressed out, d’oh!).
