Once again, I'm at work and trying to kill some time.
It's 2 A.M., 4 and a half hours left on my shift and it's been a crazy night full of bad vibes, stress and sweat. I can't wait to get home and drink a beer and play with the dogs and just relax.
I can't write for long, as there is still much work to do, but I needed to take a break and just pass some time. I'd like to say that I'll get some blogging done this week in my off-time, but I don't think that will be the case.
Monday is usually my recovery day. I'll get home about 7:30 A.M., drink a beer, play with the dogs and try to go to sleep by 10. When I get up Monday night, I'm usually still kind of in a fog from my 40 hours in 3 days and then I just kind of relax for the night and recuperate, but tomorrow John wants to go out for beers as soon as I get up and moving.
Tuesday I have to meet my mom for a meeting with a woman from the Alzheimer's Association to discuss education and treatment options for that certain family member who was recently diagnosed, then go from there to see my sister's new apartment and help her and my niece get settled in.
Wednesday Todd gets into town for mourning with his family (his grandmother just died) and he'll want me to rescue him at some point that night and take him out to get fucked up.
Thursday my mother has planned my 30th birthday party at her house for about 40 people (our family, family friends and my friends that still live in town).
Then it's Friday, and I'll be doing my 40 hours in 3 days thing again.
Maybe I can get some rest next week. Ok, gotta get back to work.
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