*bob-motized*
I am a bob-zombie. Well, maybe just a zombie. Minus the bob.
This is "my weekend" to work at the Dairy. Everyone takes one weekend a month to give others a break. I'm working with Melissa. We work Friday night (11-3am), Saturday afternoon (12-430pm), Saturday night (11-4am!WTF), Sunday afternoon (12-430hopefully), Sunday night (11-NOT4AM!).
Cows are so stupid. And it gets cold at night. And I'm going to the dairy in an hour. How lame is that. I just came from there. *bitter*
At least my paycheck will be big. And hopefully I dont have any big projects I have to do this weekend. Ugh.
In other news, I have discovered that seriously have depression. Because of this birth-control nonsence. When I take the pills without the hormones (then the furry-little-problem comes) then every sky is gray and cloudy, everything sucks, and i'm sad all the time--and I can't help it! It's so scary. :S
Which doesn't really help the fact that I kind of like these two guys and every time I come away from doing something fun with them or eating dinner and they're there I get all sad because "i know they'll never like me, they're just being nice" blah blah blah. so yeah.
Messing with hormones is a dangerous thing for me, apparently.
This is "my weekend" to work at the Dairy. Everyone takes one weekend a month to give others a break. I'm working with Melissa. We work Friday night (11-3am), Saturday afternoon (12-430pm), Saturday night (11-4am!WTF), Sunday afternoon (12-430hopefully), Sunday night (11-NOT4AM!).
Cows are so stupid. And it gets cold at night. And I'm going to the dairy in an hour. How lame is that. I just came from there. *bitter*
At least my paycheck will be big. And hopefully I dont have any big projects I have to do this weekend. Ugh.
In other news, I have discovered that seriously have depression. Because of this birth-control nonsence. When I take the pills without the hormones (then the furry-little-problem comes) then every sky is gray and cloudy, everything sucks, and i'm sad all the time--and I can't help it! It's so scary. :S
Which doesn't really help the fact that I kind of like these two guys and every time I come away from doing something fun with them or eating dinner and they're there I get all sad because "i know they'll never like me, they're just being nice" blah blah blah. so yeah.
Messing with hormones is a dangerous thing for me, apparently.