Kill me now...
Wow. I miss the days when I could do things like get eight hours of sleep, read (books or fan fiction), write fan fiction (I haven't done more than a sentence all week) or watch TV and movies. Sacrificing 60 hours of my week (which includes working on Saturdays, ulp!) is worth it, right? Right?
I'd hoped that a Sunday would be enough to recover, but, apparently not. I was special today at work, and it's only Monday. *twitch* I'm going to be awesome by this weekend. And I strongly suspect that if my sister manages to get me to the dress fitting this week, I'll probably take her head off.