Back To The Mines
The worst part about having 4 days off from work?
You have to go back!
I’m a night owl. Knowing that I don’t have to get up early means I wind up conking out at about 2 or 3am so getting up at 5 was a bitch… especially since I spent the time I should have been sleeping watching the clock.
You know what I mean…
It’s 2am and you think, “… oh MAN, I have to be up in 3 hours!”
At 2:15 you think, “… DAMMIT! I have to be up in 2 hours and 45 minutes!”
At 2:30 you think, “… SHIT! I have to be up in 2 hours and 30 minutes!”
At 3:15 you think, “… FUCK! I only have 1 hour and 45 minutes to sleep!”
… then around the 4am mark, you figure that you’re going to pretend your back in your 20′s and pull an all nighter and just as that thought enters your head your eyelids become cement and you finally get to sleep.
The fight with the snooze button is a whole OTHER post!!
So Wednesday dragged.. especially since it looked like a paper factory exploded in my cube… but such is the bound of a paycheck!
In other news:
D. actually called me Tuesday night around 9pm to wish me a Happy Birthday. I was actually surprised because I didn’t think he would… but yknow, that whole conversation on Monday is still firmly planted in the frontal lobe so we’ll see… I didn’t talk to him Wednesday but did today. He said he wasn’t sure whether his ex was picking up his kid tomorrow or Saturday or whatever. I said something about him being out of the loop but considering the ex it’s one of those things where you go with the flow and manage the damage.
So … we’ll see. My cheeks aren’t going to turn blue though.
My Goober is back in the dust bowl after spending a few days in Virginia Beach. We have this whole “moose” thing going on that I’ll explain one day but he left me a voice mail at work singing the birthday song in the “moose” voice. I laughed SO hard I actually peed myself. But only alittle!! LOL!
I love when the Goob’s away on a business trip. Being away from his normal life means that he’ll call me every hour just to bullshit because he’s bored and since our conversations aways take a turn south, it’s a trip.
Can’t say I’m not glad the weekend is almost here… actually stoked that it’s payday!
Retail therapy is ALOT more expensive then the mental kind! ;)
