This is about as wild as I'm going to get today.
Usually I'm all about the momentum, but right about now I'm ready to put my head down on my desk and go to sleep. And it's not even 9:00 am yet. Maybe it's because this is Spring Break, and nobody's here, and it's too quiet (except for all the thesis mss clustering behind me, ready to attack at any moment). I've already had two cups of coffee, so that isn't it. Hmm.
I am wearing a green sweater today. Yay. I guess I'm not really into St. Patrick's Day. I don't think I've gone out to celebrate it since the late 90's. I get to be Irish every day, so what's the big deal? My peeps are from here.
My only real memory of St. Patrick's Day growing up is that we were allowed to wear holiday pins on our uniforms. I was the kind of kid who threw up a lot at school, between nerves and my mom not believing I was sick and sending me anyway. On that particular day she said it was "Just Spring Fever." I sure showed her! That poor shamrock pin. I wish Gabi could wear one on her uniform, but even so, I don't know if I'd want to tempt fate.