I HATE being late. Hate it hate it hate it. I'm almost pathological about hating to be late. To the point of usually being early. And I hate waiting, because it means that SOMEONE else is late. And I hate it even worse when someone else makes me late, because I get SO stressed out. argh
All my positive thoughts are going to 2 things today: that my mom's flights won't be delayed by this horrible weather and that idahoswede's husband is okay.
Busy busy at work and have to leave early so gotta gooooooooooooooo!