Work, work, work

Exhausted.

I wish someone would bring me an ice cold martini or bloody Mary (heavy on the olives) while I lie here in bed.

I dislike working Saturdays, not gonna lie.

Tomorrow, Wicked! I am trying so hard not to have high expectations - but I've heard the soundtrack and know the story and can't help but give a little anticipatory *squee*

And now, a nap.