I confess... Last Friday I had the day off. Instead of doing what I should've been doing (working on some work related stuff that has a rapidly approaching deadline), I found myself cleaning out my refrigerator. Yes, cleaning out the fridge. You know I'm procrastinating when I resort to cleaning. #procrastinationatitsfinest
I confess... My refrigerator purge rendered 27 items that had an expiration date from at least 6 months ago. #yesi'matotalslackerdon'tjudgeme
I confess... Some of the items I found were, um, well... Quite scary. #it'salive
I confess... One item expired either in 2006 or 2010. I'm not entirely sure. #idon'teatthatstuffsoididn'tevenknowitwasinthere!
I confess... I'll be at a conference for the next 2 1/2 days and I'm not looking forward to it all. Sitting in the sessions reminds me too much of my days sitting in speech path classes back in undergrad and graduate school (i.e. torture). Every year when I attend this conference, I have flashbacks. My palms start to sweat, I start to hyperventilate, and get an overwhelming, panicky sensation that a report is due or that I'm going to be 30 minutes short in my practicum hours and not graduate! It's not pretty. #isufferfromspeechpathologyPTSD
Can anyone out there relate? Happy Humpday to you! Thanks for stopping by!