So it's 1:30 in the morning, I just finished packing, and I'm being picked up for the airport at 4:45am.

Why am I writing this? So that one day if I think I'm actually intelligent, I can look back on this entry and know for certain that I'm not.

I'm going to Bermuda tomorrow for an industry meeting, and of course I waited until the night before to pack.

Everything was going pretty much as planned... I got off work around 6, watched two episodes of the X-Files, and tried on my new swimsuit that came in today from Victoria's Secret.

Around 8, I thought it was about time to get my outfits together.... and that's when it hit me.

I never picked up my dry cleaning.

Which consists of EVERY pair of summer pants I own, plus the blouses I was going to wear with my suits.

Mother FUCKEEEEEEERR!!

I made it to the mall at 8:30, and now have an entirely new (and not cheap) wardrobe for this trip.

Maybe I subconsciously did it on purpose?

Anyway, the meeting goes until noon on Saturday, and then I'm going to take a couple of extra days since it's a holiday weekend. Not too bad getting most of your vacation paid for by the company!

Happy 4th!

feeling... broke
reading... shogun --james clavell
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