Bob is sorry

Bob is a bit swamped. Bob went down to NASA last week and worked like a dog (albeit a rather smart dog). Bob spent the weekend planning to sleep and somehow staying up until 2 AM every night/morning with various social events and random things that she had meant to go to every year she was here and finally went to (the IG nobel lectures were great).



I am a stressed out space ball being tugged in 14 directions, but I do like it (I think). It's self perpetuating because I work a bunch and then I think "Why shouldn't I stay up until 3 drinking wine and watching artsy films with my roomates?". Then I don't sleep.



Right now I have a presentation due tommorrow.



Oh dear.



TJ Maxx story in a nutshell: Bob got lost and her feet hurt. She ran across a few highways and finally found luggage. She has no direction sense.