I woke up this morning at 10AM on a Monday. Made coffee and sat in my courtyard in the sun for a bit. Now I'm listening to Big W Nelson in my pajamas and pretty much want to hug everyone. How is this possible? Luck, grace of God, both? All of the above and more. I have a summer vacation. I'm too lazy to explain why and how it's possible. All that matters is I have 100 days off. Starting this morning. Suck it.

Ready for me to up the ante? Summer seems to have coincided with my very first weekend off and I have the ass awkward sunburn lines to prove it. Me and sunshine; table for two please. My new office is all of the parks in the Greater Seattle area. Perhaps I will get a briefcase to carry sunscreen, Archie comics, and fruitsnacks. I would go bike riding if it weren't for the whole "wtf?!" seat stealing incident. Plenty of gym time to work on my Madonna arms. Unlimited bus pass. Possibilities = endless. Get it yet? World? Oyster?

I'll travel as much as I can afford to. Will work some, but on my own terms and sans pants just on principle. Whole days will be dedicated to xbox, baking, or arts and crafts. Can finally reacquaint myself with skills long lost, such as napping and my drinking problem. Reruns of Roseanne. Froyo. Boating. Happy Hour. Matinees. Road trips (can I borrow your car?). Slurpees. I need a hammock!

14-hour day Sarah is gone. New Sarah is bragerific (aka obnoxious). I like her so much better already and she's taking appointments for fun.

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