and called it macaroni

And by 'woke up saying', I mean saying out loud. I woke up halfway though the sentence. Very strange. Anyway. Today is my for-real-never-happening-again Last Day at BRT. I find this strange and depressing. But Mimosa is working concessions, I saw Christine last night, Zoltan is working today. I'll be able to see people, in other words, who I like, and have liked working with, so that's good.
I am very tired this morning, though, and that's bad. So I'm going to stop writing and start moving. I have to be there in 55 minutes. Oh man. I am so nowhere near being ready to leave. My car is still a mess. And there's about 2-3 boxes worth os stuff to be packed. Blah.