Wednesday.

It's Wednesday night. I think I'm going to make it until the end of the week.

The project I'm working on is short term, and I fear it will only go through mid-July at the latest. I'm seriously worried. And angry. And tired. I don't want to start again job-wise at 39 in Wichita. I should start practicing, "Would you like fries with that?"

How'd that sound?