Hey everyone! I'm about to go to sleep, complete with pills to help it along because apparently the correct way of doing it (by correct I mean laying down and going to sleep) just doesn't work for me.
I'm a snippy little bitch when I have a migraine and boy did I have one today.... while at work. Luckily they know this about me and don't take it personal but instead of subjecting John to my rotten ass attitude I went and sat at the waitress table and had Andria rub my scalp. I want to pay someone to do that to me for hours one day. HOURS.
Want to guess how much I looked like a complete douche bag wearing sunglasses inside the building?
Major doucheyness. I know that's not a word but lets go with it, shall we?
I don't know if I've explained this before but Mondays are my longest day. I get up at 5a or not long after, shower, look over school stuff, get the kid up at 6a and have him dressed and ready to be to before care at 7a when it opens so I can avoid the majority of traffic and make it to campus at 7:45. I get out around 12:15 and then have work at 4. Monday is my late night so I close the bar. Make it home around 11 and want to shoot myself typically.
I love this woman ya'll! I'd jump on a couch to prove it but mine is a hungry fuck and might eat me. It eats everything else. Remotes, socks, keys, cell phones, and once Sarah.