That gross popping grating sound

That's the sound my knee and shoulders are making right now. I have to be back at work in less than 11 hours....I really love having less time off between shifts than the actual shifts I work. Really.

I am so freaking tired right now, its not even close to OK. But I drank about a gallon of 'liquid crack' (also known as energy drinks/life giving nectar) so I will blog a little and then off to bed with me!

Ugh. So. Tired. Really. Can't stress it enough.

What's new? Nothing. Not a damn thing. Got hit on today, by a gentleman of all things! And for someone not creepy to hit on me enough to have me notice--Damn. I had to casually drop T's existence into the conversation to spare him/me the awkwardness of the coming phone number request. (It was coming. I could tell.) People don't flirt with me unless they are old, creepy or insane, usually. No one has ever asked me for my phone number! People tell me I'm intimidating, and I suppose that could be true. Who knows, I don't interact with myself all that often. But I know that if this man had asked me for my number, I would have said something retarded in an attempt to let him know that I was very flattered (for once) but off the market. Or just laughed uncomfortably and spilled water all over myself. (That's nothing new.) Instead, I just mentioned casually that I had a boyfriend, and let it end there. haha!

I've lost almost 20 pounds, bitches! I can fit into my skinny jeans again! 20 more and we're in business. Oh yes.

I'm going to bed now.