Puncture wounds

My hands feel like they're full of holes. Holes the size of razor-sharp puppy teeth. Mushu was biting the shit out of my hands and everything else he could get a hold of until I finally got up off the floor. I think he must've been hungry -- 'cuz I fed him and he licked his bowl clean, which he almost never does. And it's not like it's been that long since he ate -- his little Buddha belly can attest to that -- but that little bastard was trying to make a meal out of me!

He seems content now.

Work is insanely busy. I feel like I'm getting a lot done, but so much remains to be done sometimes it's hard to feel like I've even made a dent. Maybe by the end of this week. Tomorrow night Jason and I are going w/my best friend and her fiance and some of their other friends and family on the Mikuni sushi bus for a ride around town while the sushi chef serves up whatever they've ordered. Should be fun. I was going to reserve this bus for my Summer Associates at work, but it's pretty expensive and to reserve it on a Friday you have to have the bus a minimum of 4 hours. Too much for the middle of a workday. But during the week, the minimum is 3 hours, and for a Wednesday night is doable. I'll have to take some pics.

My best friend's wedding is coming up in less than 3 weeks. The bachelor/ette thing in Tahoe is less than 2 weeks away. I know I'll enjoy the events when they're here, but for now they all just represent major financial strain. I know it'll all work out somehow, but it doesn't keep me from fretting about it.

Then there's Hawaii. Going for the first time. Totally can't afford it, and it's the busiest time of year at work! I'd say I'll be glad when October is here, but then it's all birthdays and holidays from there. Is it too early to say I'm looking forward to New Year's?

Yeah, I thought so.

*deep, cleansing breaths*

One day at a time, right?!

That's it for now. If I keep typing, I feel a most incoherent post coming on. Ciao.