I know it's time for a vacation when I start to hate everything about my life. I know it's time for a vacation when I'm on the verge of tears when something as inane as the topping on my cupcakes melt and leak over the edge. Or maybe the solution isn't as easy as just a vacation, where my problems are just suspended mid-air as I pretend as though they don't exist for two weeks.
A deluge is near, I can feel it.
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