Huh.

I was thinking of making this a "wonky work stories only" blog, but I don't think that its working. I'm still so weird about sharing anything 'personal' after the blog fiasco of '05--plus the only people I know of that are reading this I talk to in person on a semi regular basis, via email or telephone or something. I dunno. I guess I need to just get over that fear--you start a blog to get things off your chest, right? Well, keeping things closed in is not helping. I'm just worried that its going to get into the wrong hands again.....Pah. I should hope that those kids don't care enough about me anymore to do something like that, but who the hell knows.

I really don't have anything interesting to mention...I'm really freaking tired, but I should be doing laundry or the dishes or vacuuming, or any of the other shit that I don't do when i work 12 hour days. I don't work tomorrow, but don't have another day off until Sunday....sigh. Whatever. T wants me to come to his house tonight and wait for him to get off of work at 5am, and I may just do that. But again with the tired. And theres nothing to do at his house when he's not there--the computer isn't hooked up to the Internet, so its 'burn Cd's' or 'spider solitaire', and the TV is movies only, and in the room with the bed I hate, so I guess I could go the 'bottle of red wine and some benadryl' route (I learned that particular recipe for early bedtime from my mother!) and just pass out for 29 hours or something, but I always feel so goddamn lazy when I do that.

I just wish I had like, 10% more energy. That's not too much, is it? I mean, I drink water, get eight hours a night, take vitamins.....Granted, I eat only Andes mints and energy drinks half the time, (thanks work!) that may have something to do with it. But even on my days off, or nights off, like tonight, I just feel pulled in so many directions, theres so much that needs to be done, for dad, for me....and all I want to do is lay on the couch and eat donut holes and watch reruns of 'Deadliest Catch'. Which I may allow myself to do, but afterwards I feel like a total asshole as all the housework just piles up around me. I just want to be more efficient at everything I do. Apparently that means having no time, but oh well.

Pah. Im just tired!

The couch is calling.