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And now, for day 5... Feeling: exhausted Last night mon coeur couldn't sleep with his toothache (he thinks a filling came loose and now there's this big nasty cavity all hanging out back there), and I couldn't sleep while he was hurting and tossing and turning, so we eventually gave up on conventional things like NyQuil or Tylenol and drove to a 24-hour Wal-Mart to get him some Orajel at 3 in the morning. Then I woke up at eight to go to work, he called in sick, and I spent nine hours tromping around the store while Aunt Flo kicked me in the balls (and in the spine, the skull, the knees... she's a real multi-tasker). I just got home through the fabulous rush-hour traffic, and I'm starving, so I need to get up to make dinner. In five more minutes. It's only four days into my two weeks of working both jobs and already Iamsofuckingtired. I do not understand the people who can do this all the time (although it may be just because I know I'm opening the restaurant at 8 tomorrow, then going to work 1-10 at the bookstore afterward). End whine. I swear, someday I will get my masters so that I don't have to do this shit anymore. Comments? 0 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |