I bid you adieu

Before I leave this evening, in 23 mins (fingers crossed), I wanted to tell all of you out there- yes, even you- to have a wonderful weekend. I've gone past utter discontent and into a state of euphoria at the realization that I now only have 22 mins (in theory) until freedom. I will glide out the door as if I'm walking on air and spread my arms open wide before leaping off the back steps, where I'll hit the ground running towards my piece of sh*t, bane of my existence car. So I may not be able to "eat" anything this weekend other than what I can find hidden in the back corners of my pantry...I might not be able to "drink" anything alcoholic unless I use use that small bottle of rum my coworker brought me back from Puerto Villarta...but irregardless (is this a word or is it just "regardless"), I will enjoy myself, b/c I have set no expectations.
15 mins...and now I have work to do. F*ck.
Reagan