We had a fire drill today.
Now normally, I'm all excited at the thought of getting out of the office for a bit, but not today. Nope. Why? Cause it's snowy and fuckin' miserable out. Yeah. I even busted out the cell phone, huddled in a warm corner and made some business calls. I never do shit like that. But the radiation from my cellie kept my brain kinda warm.
So now I'm back in the building and warm. Nice and toasty. And very thankful I brought my new cardigan along with me. Yay! And I've got a "business" lunch in 10 minutes with a co-worker that I adore and respect. Yee haw!
This day is the bestest!
Probably because tomorrow will suck donkey dick. That's right. Tomorrow is the day I get my test results.
Poop.
Now before you go and say that it's all gonna be okay, keep this in mind...I have been freaking out on and off for 2 months over this whole thing. I will cry regardless of what the results are, because in my mind, 2 months of not knowing are coming to a possibly glorious end. It's kinda
Right. I'm gonna go and do something or other and then wander off for an extended lunch. Yay me!