I’m mad.  Not like, fiery, furious mad.  But just really frustrated. There is a rebellion in my soul right now.  The kind where I absolutely cannot make myself work. See? It’s 3:44pm right now on a Monday.  I spent half of my Sunday the weekend before last working until 10pm. Which is fine. I wasn’t too upset about it – except for the fact that it was in Nashville and I had my last night with my best friend planned – but had to work.  Luckily, she’s one of the bravest souls I know and has a deep comfort with exploring new towns (and cities… shit, and countries too!) on her own I have to admit – I do not have that level of curiosity and adventure. And she had a great time. And because I had a 7am call the next morning, I had…