Whoo-ee. I am tired as hell. This social life thing is killing me. Plus, my doctor thinks I might be iron deficient or have mono, either one of which would account for why I'm so damn tired all the time.
But of course, I feel guilty if I don't get some work done in the evenings after my 9-hour day at the bike shop, 6 days a week. I know I need to give myself some space to relax and breathe, but at the same time, working my ass off at the shop may be getting me out of debt, but it's not getting me any closer to getting a job that doesn't make me want to stab people. (And that's a job I like.)
Anyway. Third date tomorrow night. Got to get around to seeing Star Wars sometime this week, too. Got to learn how to use this video camera, do some more GRE practice tests, write two CD reviews and my political buzz column, and go back to the doctor.
All before Wednesday, if possible.
I rule--check it: Lucero review. So do they, really.
But of course, I feel guilty if I don't get some work done in the evenings after my 9-hour day at the bike shop, 6 days a week. I know I need to give myself some space to relax and breathe, but at the same time, working my ass off at the shop may be getting me out of debt, but it's not getting me any closer to getting a job that doesn't make me want to stab people. (And that's a job I like.)
Anyway. Third date tomorrow night. Got to get around to seeing Star Wars sometime this week, too. Got to learn how to use this video camera, do some more GRE practice tests, write two CD reviews and my political buzz column, and go back to the doctor.
All before Wednesday, if possible.
I rule--check it: Lucero review. So do they, really.
boundcreature:
I hear you sister... nothing like calling yourself a slacker, just because you're not moving your career forward in the two hours of downtime you get each night...
severus:
Feel better soon.