Crap, I’m tired. I feel like complete shit. Worked 8 hrs. Monday, 15 on Tuesday, 12 yesterday, will work 10 today, 16 tomorrow, and another 9 on Saturday. That’s what, 70 hours? That’s 70 hours for the second week in a row, and another 70 next week. This is getting a little out of control. I feel horrible for my poor dogs…and, well, since ephedra has been banned I’m having a little trouble staying awake. When I work this much and feel this exhausted I’m a complete pain in the ass. I’ll cry at the drop of a hat, snap at anyone who even remotely aggravates me, and generally hate my life. Of course, I have enough cash in my purse that I’m having difficulty zipping it closed and need to make a dead drop at the bank, but sometimes it just isn’t worth it. I need to stay at the office until 7:30 tonight to make up for leaving early yesterday so that I could make it to my night job on time. I can’t wait until Sunday.

The snow is getting ridiculous already. I don’t think that it’s ever going to end. My car door keeps freezing closed and my tires apparently double as skis…highly polished skis. Apparently my car thinks it’s the mechanical version of Peggy Flemming and enjoys doing figure eights on the highway. I’m not even kidding. I also think the icicles hanging from my gutters have a contract out on my life, but that’s another story. All I know is that I’m sick of freezing my ass off, my windshield is so covered with salt that I can’t see out the window, my gas bill is complete blackmail, and I’m tired of being cold all the time. I’m ready for July, already, lawn mowing or not.

Yeah, I know. Bitch, bitch, bitch.