I’m on vacation next week. You know how you count the days before your vacation is supposed to begin? Not me. It totally blindsided me. But it’s here on Monday and I’m going to do what I can to make it relaxing one.

I have nothing planned and that is disappointing to me. It’s a catch-22 for me; I plan things and if I don’t get to them I get pissed off. If I don’t plan things and something happens then it’s epic and I love it. If I plan things and I do them, well, I planned them so naturally I got them done. I’m never happy.