And There Was Much Rejoicing...

My book's turned in,
My work is done,
It's been five months since I've had some fun.
My kids and I should hit the road,
If re-reading doesn't make my head explode.

And there you have solid evidence of two things:

1) I suck at poetry. Even purposefully bad poetry.

2) I should never blog when I've had six hours of sleep in three days. Punnnnnnchyyyyyyyyyyy.

In celebration of my turning in the biggest piece of dreck known to humankind (I'm told I always feel this way about my books when I first finish them. But this time, I'm not kidding. Seriously, Sharron.), here are five things I am going to with the rest of my week, in addition to wrapping up some stuff with my day job:

1) Call or email all friends I have alienated by ignoring due to nightmarish book deadline piled on top of nightmarish work deadlines piled on top of repeated attempts not to be the Worst. Mother. Evah;

2) Excavate my house from under giant pile of abandoned goldfish crackers, tacky catalogs, and plastic grocery store bags that have accumulated in the last two weeks;

3) Watch and return the NetFlix DVDs I've had since, oh, the beginning of time, I think;

4) Call all friends who are on deadline and cackle manically into the phone, then hang up;

5) Create health-food regimen to detox from week-long diet consisting solely of Diet Coke and Veggie Tales Fruit Gummies.

And now I'm off to bed. Blissful, deadline-free, lovely bed. Good night, Minneapolis! (Or wherever you are.)