Damn, I work to much.
Saturday I didn't get out of work till 12:30PM got home and didn't get to fall asleep till around 3 cuz Zoey was hackin' shit up, then Sunday I had to be there at 10AM, Then I had to close and just now got home... So I got off around 9:30... That's almost a 12 hour shift... I just want a back massage and to pass out. Oh, and maybe eat, cuz I am starvin'. Then back up at 7, to get ready to go to work all over again, I don't have one single day off for the next 3 weeks, and on top of that they are all 8-12 hour shifts. I know I need the money and all but it blows balls. I guess, since I know what the next 3 weeks look like and I am this exhuasted all ready, it makes me even more tired to think about it. That and I am sure every week after those 3 will be the exact same story. Oh and I need to get back on track and start doing some Mary Kay stuff. Not to mention I need some Lauren time, time to tan, time to work out, time to paint my finger/toe nails, time to give myself a pedicure, time to take relaxing baths... You know the fun stuff...
BLAH
BLAH