On the Seventh Day

I'm currently sitting at our favorite cafe at 9:00 a.m. typing some script notes, sending out resumes and drinking an Iced Chai Latte. The only thing I have to do today is pick up my pottery and go to a screening. If my cell phone rings and it's my place of employment, I fear I might throw the phone out in traffic. I cannot believe how stressed out this week has made me.

I was actually fearful last night that I really just dreamed that I had today off. Ugh.

Anyone need a bad ass assistant?