Rescure 911!!!!!

Holy shit. I broke a nail. Well, before you flip out and say to yourself, "she broke a nail?" know that it was the bad sort of break where your WHOLE ENTIRE FINGERNAIL gets turned inside out. There is blood and all. It hurts like a mofo. As in, I need a shot of morphine or special K or something. Now, I'm freaking out because my fingernail is going to fall off, and I just don't know how to handle that. I have long, beautiful (real) fingernails. What if people won't like me without a fingernail? (That was a joke.) Seriously though, it hurts. This is me crying. :--------(

On the job front, the usual Friday at noon merger conference call has been moved to 3:30pm. What the hell is up with that? Are they going to tell us to get out and not come back on Monday? Well, I'm not going to join in on the conference call because if I don't KNOW that I'm not supposed to show up, I can still show up. How do you like those apples?

If they let people in the TR Hughes Ballpark without a fingernail, I plan on going to the Rascal's game tomorrow. Saturday morning at 8am I have class. Oh boy. I can't wait. Can you sense the excitement? Sunday morning I've gotta take my sister and brother-in-law to the airport. Let me just say that I am taking them against my will. I am not going on vacation. That makes me angry! They're flying into Miami (swoon!) and then going on a cruise (double swoon!) I need a vacay. Like, say, a weekend in Mexico? Come on come on come on Chris. Just give in already.

That is all. I'm going go back to feeling sorry for myself and my fingernail.