Two weeks to my birthday. And 23 days until my sister finally gets married ( Read more... )

I am up entirely too late and know I will spend the majority of the day complaining and wishing I took that Tylenol PM around 11 instead of 10 minutes ago.

I hate this. I keep hearing "How was your Thanksgiving?" and my rage starts to fly. Let's see ( Read more... )

It's only Tuesday and I feel so drained. Like to the point of almost being somewhat delirious. Really odd. Especially when I've been getting a solid 8 hours of sleep a night ( Read more... )

I sit here on a Sunday morning, still exhausted even after I just slept for 8 hours ( Read more... )

I'm fucking beat. And I'm really tired of my boyfriend's body deciding it hates him. I spent all day yesterday at GW hospital as J had an emergency appendectomy last night. Fun times.

When I was younger, I thought I was going to be a doctor at one point. Or maybe a nurse. Cause I liked taking care of people when they were sick. These days...yeah, not so much ( Read more... )