'tis the season to...

stress the fuck out over teeny tiny little things, and huge gigantic big things, simultaneously.
there's:

the transit strike
christmas shopping
getting phone calls from my boss about muffin strusel topping
figuring out how to get to work on thursday
deciding where to sleep thursday night so that i don't have to worry about getting to work on friday
what to pack to wear for the holiday weekend
what to pack it in so that i don't injure myself if i end up walking 100 blocks over the next couple days
getting people's addresses so that i can mail christmas cards
write out all my christmas cards

what did i do the past couple days, instead of work?
relax and have a good time with jojo who's in town
see movies and stay in astoria (narnia and the family stone, preferred the latter)
sleep and eat and watch project runway on tv
pray for an end to the strike
pray for an end to the stress at work
cry intermittently today, over stupid and important shit, because i'm too tired of my life right now to even think about walking across the queensboro bridge to get to union square and work.

what does tomorrow look like for me?
well, wake up at about 8am, call chris, see if he's still driving me and jojo to the l.i.r.r. station, and if so walk to astoria boulevard at 9am-ish to meet him and ride that long island derived train to penn station. let jojo go to port authority and bus it back to boston. then walk to the village and hang out with cate until work. work. then stay at this lady-who-cate-is-dog-sitting-for's apartment.
and then?
go to work friday, leave and take the train to boston at 3:15am on christmas eve. then be home and try to relax. then train back to new york, and freak out about transit next week, to work monday, when the family comes to visit on tuesday...
oy. freaking. vey.
why?
please let it be over when i wake up.
por favor!
-my boots were made for riding the subway.