Entry short due to lack of drinking.

No life updates to speak of. Working tomorrow and possibly Sunday as well (this is supposedly my "real" last weekend. I choose to interpret my rep literally when she said "tomorrow will be your last day" although I know in my heart that she really meant the whole weekend assignment would be my last session.) I wish I was dancing. The Boy loves me very much. I'm tired. I'm engaged. I'm a washed-out strawberry blonde...at least until Fireball.

My life is in a holding pattern.

I'll let you know when the clouds break.