12 weeks to go, and 3 of 'em will be rather unpleasant. Not the whole 21 days, but still. There is somethin' I'm obligated to do that I find rubs my fur in the wrong direction, but oh well. Or would that be, oh Hell?
Well, whatever. Other than that, I feel like I'm basically finished here.
I wish I could get those weeks over NOW, but I am on hold.
I did it to myself. I admit it. Can't say what it is, but it's somethin' I got myself talked into, against my better judgement. On the other hand, after it's over; I'll be glad I agreed to it.
I'm sure some of us knnow what I mean.
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