The Fast and The Furious

This week has flown by -- such a catch 22? (right usage?... you get the idea). I love when the weekend rapidly approaches, but it's sad to recognize how fast time flies. Luckily, this week has been more fast than furious. (side note: Fast and Furious... seriously?)

I am sitting here procrastinating (going to Maine tomorrow), thinking about what to write about and convincing myself packing in the morning is best. I think I like the thrill of trying to gather my belongings as fast as possible and then seeing how well I do -- pajamas seem to be the one item that always eludes me in fast and furious packing. I am far from a morning person so that ups the drama of it all, that and trying to find everything in the dark as to not disturb loves ones. Thankfully, tomorrow is Friday and waking up at 6:30 and playing the how fast can I get ready game shouldn't be too bad -- coffee can be had to keep me going for 8 hours and then sleep can be had on the train ride up north.

Major tangent of the day -- I started looking through the Urban Dictionary as it randomly came to mind as I place to perhaps find something witty... however, after 10 minutes of perusing the site I've got nothing... guess I will keep this one short and sweet. I leave you with: