Why am I still awake? Is it Wednesday or Thursday? Maybe Friday? This whole working thing is outta control. I actually just sent my best friend a text asking why I was still awake. Funny, but she wouldn't know any better than me. I'm doing laundry at Mother's. I guess in some vain attempt to validate the sunlight, I'm trying to keep my eyes open.
About the insane working thing: when I clocked out this morning, I had 30.5 hours. That's for 3 days people. I've already worked almost an extra day. Put that on top of getting home after the sun has risen, it then being really really hard to get to sleep, and you've got one exhausted naughty mouse on your hands.
Add to that, I have to be at church at 6:30 (I think) for handbells. Yes, I know; I quit handbells. Hahahahahaaaaaaa! I'd given it up for the ex because he wanted to spend more time with me. Well, since there is no more "us" I was talked back into re-joining to help them out. Again. Yes, I'm an idiot sometimes. At least I'm needed. Feels good to be needed.