just a 4 day bug

Yesterday I realized that I had come down with a pretty serious case of the Fukits.
Four days left of work, fuck it. What are they gonna do? Fire me? HAHAHAHA

I'm trying to fight it, I think I have a pretty good work ethic, and in the banking field, it's important to give a damn. So I'm trying to fight it, I'm trying to suppress it. And I think I'm doing a fairly good job. But I can recognize that it's there... in the back of my mind... fuck it.

It's getting down to the wire on Summer ending, and of course, nothing going on all summer, but August is jam-packed. Trying to get the kids ready for school, this weekend we are taking a trip to visit extended family, starting a new job next week (!!!) and it just seems like I'm running out of time, and I cannot wait for Friday. I don't have a job on Friday. Monday either. It's my first of several 4 day weekends. Hopefully I can accomplish stuff and relieve the strain and stress before I start working... because I'm sure that will entail it's own set of strain and stress.

Top this all off with the annoying stress of this situation: I borrowed a bunch of CD's from a coworker, one of the few that I like alot, and will miss terribly. I got them to download onto our external hard drive so that I can eventually put them on my iPod. Now I'm missing one of the cases for the CD. We listened to some of them on a drive recently, so I think the van has been checked pretty good, but of course, I will search it like a bloodhound myself, but I just feel like crap that I may have lost this.