Like retarded tired.
I look like I've been zapped with a stun gun. I got sick of my hair hanging in my face, touching me and shit, so I pulled it up. Its a hot mess. Sticking out everywhere. My eye makeup that looked so good earlier today, is now very raccoon like. I think I was drooling a minute ago. Don't really know for sure though. There is a foreign substance on the front of my shirt, that I'm hoping is from the salad I had for dinner...otherwise I have no clue what it could be. I have a twitch in my right eye that will not stop. Its getting down right annoying. A fucking eye twitch! And...AND I don't even know what day of the week it technically is. I just know its day 16. Which means I get a day off tomorrow. Day 17 will be my ONLY day off. Hey, even the princess of power needs a mental health day, Y'know?
I didn't think I'd be so spent. But spent I am. You know how if you get to tired you start to get punchy? Yea, I'm there. I vaguely remember throwing a stapler at work. Not like hammer throwing it at a wall or anything, but I gave it a pretty good toss. I'm fairly certain co-workers and patients alike were trying to see if they could push me over the edge. They did not succeed. It was a close call, but ha ha fuckers. I won. Suck it.
And so tomorrow I shall rest. Well, not really. But I wont be at work. And thats good enough for me. My plans for the day are;
- Sleep until at least 7:30.
- Check some blogs.
- Take a shower.
- Go get my hair did.
- Get waxed. And yes...I will whine about it.
- Possibly clean my car out.
- Clean the bathroom.
- Water my sad little plants.
- Go to the gym.
Nothing is set in stone! More likely than not, I'll bail on at least one or more of those things. But hey, its my day off. I can bail on a few things.