Three minutes to twelve

I turned in my database project yesterday. Three minutes before the deadline. But it’s done. Another item crossed off my list. I’m on a roll.

And I’m not going to Mexico. Elexa called me on Sunday and asked if I’d come with her and Elice and two other friends. “Flight leaves Thursday from Stockholm. We return two weeks later, on the 30th.” Yesterday I spend all day arranging my sudden, Christmas-busting trip. Then Elexa goes to buy the tickets only to find that the offer has ended. What I way to make the holidays seem worthless. Oh well, easy come, easy go.