over the course of the next week i have to accomplish the following:
- bake unknown quantities of bread
- get up at unholy o’ clock and make it to airport
- fly to and from new york city
- setup new T1 connection for office, coordinate changes with all other offices
- make at least 50 jello shots
- prepare halloween costume
- somehow secure another stock pot and make 2 giant batches of sangria
- make preventative bank deposit
- get ready for halloween festivities with friendlies
- drag ass home
- think about making guacamole
- think about making salsa
- get organized for diva night
- call off work
- find the time to carve obscenity into my pumpkins
- think of at least one type of non-alcoholic drink to incorporate
- get to grocery store for foodstuffs/last minute party supplies\
- find halfway decent parking so i can lug crap all the way up the stairs
- empty trash, think about laundry, decorate apartment
- make posole, salsa and whatnots
- figure out what to wear
- get ready to party (and hope i’m still in the mood for it)
and after it’s all said and done: collapse in a heap and sleep through saturday.
oh, and before i forget, i have to look for some god damned plane tickets to colorado for the holidays, too. fuck.
i’m so nervous.
