Oh, vacation, here I come. Please sit still and wait for me until six o'clock, until I can wash and pack my clothes and write that short story that I almost scribbled on the back of a paper bag at work today.
I'm going to be gone until Monday. Please leave me pretty notes and e-mails, and I'll bring you pretty pictures and a Pringles can full of red sand.
I'm off to do something respectable and practical, like shave my legs.