Sleep deprivation has new meaning.
I get out of work at 5 tomorrow, so, hopefully, I'll be chipper enought to get in an entry.
A quick summary:
The new store is great, as in, I like it. But it sucks, as in, there is so much fucking work to be done. It's a fixer upper. Damn.
I've also been dealing with various situational and financial problems, but they are on the mend. Any explanation would take too long and probably sound too mental...
Thank God, Aunt Flo is gone. Nothing like feeling as though you are sitting on a knife while someone tries to wring your uterus like a dish towel.... repeatedly.
I have to take yoga back up again, all these hours on my feet are killing my knees... and I'm about to invest in a pair of slip resistant nurses shoes... if they come in black.
I got to go with Mike to the place he purchases his staves from. I helped him pick out fifty of them, and of course, one for myself.... I don't know what I am going to do with it, but I rather like it. It's from a persimmon tree.
I get paid on monday. I have tuesday off. I look forward to spending a disgusting amount of money in postage as I send off 5 parcels to 5 different people.
Strange things are happening. I've been drinking rootbeer here and there at work so that I can have a little pep in my step.... My body has all but rejected soda in any form... I don't want it. The most that I can drink besides water is a half and half water/ fruitpunch.
Posted by hawkie at June 11, 2005 09:46 PM