when i read about things like this it makes me almost ache for the chance to zip off in a starship, get suited up and dive through foreign atmospheres to discover just how different our celestial neighbours are from our small, blue-green home. when i'm consumed with that desire for exploration, i can understand why men and women risk death to go into space, beneath the ocean or deep into the earth.
yeah, enough poetry. i'll be beyond glad when this week is over. i'm totally stressing about the party friday night. i hope it goes off well. remind me to never volunteer to organize something like this again! now i'm just twitchy and overtired and thinking today might be the day i have a cup of coffee.
party?? *perks up*
not a good party. work party. bleh.
Don't do it! Resist the caffeine urge. Once you go back, you can't ungo back. ;) (Says she who is SO fighting the burning desire to have a Coke with dinner tonight.)