The finest wine in humanity -- I want it here, and I want it now.

So I was all psychologically pumped (ok not really pumped, more like not whimpering anymore), about starting the fabulous, the splendid past-time of work tomorrow, when I get an email saying I don't start until Monday. I don't know if I should be overjoyed with 2 more days of freedom, or annoyed that I was pumped for naught. I hate being pumped for naught! There is nothing worse!

Well, except for being pumped about pants with side-of-the-thigh zippers. Ain't nothing worse than THAT. Shiver. I need a drink.