What is wrong with me?

No, wait - don't answer that.

It's crazybusytime at Corporate Behemoth. I'm working like a dog, but I'm somewhat mellow.

That's right. I'm mellow.

So mellow, in fact, that I'm taking a day off to drive three hours to go Christmas shopping with my mom. Because what's the point of working my tail off if I don't ever do anything outrageous?

We have it all scheduled for next week. We both agreed that we don't even care what we do - it will just be fun to hang out.

And now, it's 4:42, the afternoon before Thanksgiving. I've been the only one left in the office for the better part of an hour. And now, I'm going to go home.