Last night I dreamt it was my last day of work. I was doing everything from cleaning out my desk to last minute projects. Then I woke up and actually had to get ready for my last day. I kind of don't feel good. I have 3 more hours, and I think everything is starting to hit me.
As long as I can get the truck packed up tomorrow and the car loaded on the car carrier Saturday morning, I think I'll be able to breathe a little easier.
Plus it might be that I'm just full because Trish insisted that I go with her and her parents to the China Buffet for one last work lunch...
And I'm meeting a group of former co-workers for happy hour to say goodbye. I don't like goodbye's.
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