Tomorrow is a long, long time, when you've lost your way.

So, just when I started to worry that talk of my promotion was just words to shut me up, and keep me happy, I get a call from my manager today telling me that my district manager would love to sit down with me and talk to me about it.
This is awesome, but am I ready?!

I hope so.

I know I've talked about being scared, and wondering if I'm ready and all that jazz, and it must just sound like whining, but I'm really counting on this. Like... really counting on this.

Also, I think I'm going boy crazy again.
No good can come out of this. I can smell the odor of desperate loser seeping out of me whenever I see a mildly good-looking male.
The only thing keeping me from being classified as a total desperate psycho is the fact that I never make any moves... ever. I don't even flirt. No wonder all men think I'm gay, hah.
"Kaylee, how are you going to ever meet someone if you don't put yourself out there?"
Meh, I dunno.
It'll happen.
Or I'll be an old cat lady forever. But that's okay, I love cats.
Oh, I made a promise I'd stop whining about boys, didn't I?

Okay, I will.
I'm sorry.
The only time you'll hear me talk about boys is if something hilarious/embarrassing/cute happened. Deal?
(I'll probably whine about WHY I think I have issues with men though. I tend to psychoanalyze myself all the time)

But it is definitely bed time. I have to be up at 3am. Ew.
But before I sign off, if there are any random readers stumbling across this, please, don't hesitate to 'follow' me. Even if you don't find me that interesting. Boost my ego a little ;)