If today is any sign of what the rest of the week will be like, let's just say that it's going to be a busy, frustrating, ever changing one. I'm counting down the hours until Ian and I get on a bus Friday morning and sleep through our ride to Saratoga Springs-- home at last. At the same time, I wish I wasn't counting because it is a constant reminder that there aren't enough hours for me to accomplish all that is on my to do list.
This is a short entry. It is that time again where I play the Fuerza Bruta soundtrack 7 times in a row, pull an all nighter and create some badass work.
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