But I want to go.
Where? you ask.
Well, it does matter a bit. I don't want to go to the DMV. Or to my high school. Or to a nuclear waste disposal site. Or down a sewer. Or into a volcano. Or to hell. Or to work.
Today as I was sitting at my desk and drinking tea and watching the snow/sleet falling outside, I was thinking mainly about Cancun. Sun. Heat. Ocean. Sand. Pool chairs IN the pool. Mexican food. Hot tub. Margeritas. Pina Coladas.
But I will go to bed now, like a good girl. And in the morning I will wake up and get out of bed (however unenthusiastically) and go to work, like a good girl. And hopefully it will take less than half an hour to get down the ramp onto rt 29.
But I still want to GO!