Can this week be over?

Seriously...I got home from Grand Marais on Sunday with a terrible headache that lasted into the next day. I went to the gym without my shoes (twice). Tonight was a night on the town, dinner and a concert. Somehow I showed up at the micro-brewery without a license, we almost got swiped by a car sliding down that twisty parking ramp exit and finally, didn't have enough cash at the booth to get out. I kindof feel like I'm on a treadmill that keeps switching directions and now things are being thrown at me.