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Was scheduled to work only three days next week. Was asked to work on Sunday, and that's a good thing. Instead of having four days off I just have three days off. Last night was terrible. Had periods where I felt like throwing up. Maybe I shouldn't had taken that extra visteril. I no longer want to leave work early again, but it is so tempting to leave early when asked if I want to. Going to drop off my laundry at my parents house tomorrow, and I am going to pick it up Monday. Not much is going on, except I don't feel happy. I spent almost a whole day from my ex today only to go over for a few minutes. Proud of myself for doing that.