On a whim I called work and told them that I was ready to come back. So, now I'm coming back the day AFTER I get home from Disneyland. This kinda sucks, given that, you know, I'll still be on a high, and that means that I won't get much sleep, unless I'm really exhausted. Wow, that actually might be a good thing. I don't know. I kinda wanted another week, but they wanted me there ASAP, and lord knows how I hate to disappoint the people who I work with/for. I'm a people pleaser. It doesn't make much sense, given how much I hate people, but nonetheless.