55 minutes to go

For fear, that the last part of the day may kill me, I am blogging now so that I can call it done. I still have a butt load o proofs to go through and check. I have an ads manager that I think is determined to give me a stroke and I'm fearful that the kids are under the impression I'm ok with working 3 or 4 hours after the bell today. That would be wrong because all I really want to do is lay down and sleep. I'm tired. I'm annoyed. I'm cranky. I want to take my shoes off (although they are darn cute.)