Right after, I ran FACE FIRST into Viggo. Second time in a couple of weeks. Either I walk too fast past the elevators, or he leaps out of 'em like Peter Pan. Whatever the case...OOPS. :> Funny.
Our group is hosting a Thanksgiving luncheon. I need to eat. Am I going? Eh no.
Ja. I wanna go home, curl up in a fetal position and cry. Ja. Good plan.