So bloody tired. I just want to sleep past 5am. Is that so much to ask? Can this project please end some time soon? I am not even supposed to be here this week. I am supposed to be in a Kimball training class learning new skills not being beaten down for the same old shit. I also think I am finally starting to get sick. That or it's just the cold morning shit from riding in 45 degree weather. God I need a second car. I need to take care of either the kid's mercedes or sell the fucking thing. Maybe if I had some time to myself to think. Bah. Never mind.
Work. Work. Work. That sums up 10 hours of yesterday. Actually let's play that game for a second. Let's look at exactly 24 hours...
12am - 12:30am: end of sex, time to sleep
12:30am - 4:30am: sleep
4:30 - 5:45am: get ready for day, shower, iron, etc.
5:45 - 6:45am: ride motorcycle to client, freeze ass off
6:45am - 5:15pm: 10.5 hours at work
5:15pm - 6:30pm: ride home, almost die twice
6:30pm - 6:45pm: relax for 15 minutes
6:45pm - 7pm: go to store to get food to make kid & tgf dinner
7:00pm - 7:30pm: make dinner
7:30pm - 8:30pm: eat dinner, watch House from Monday
8:30pm - 9:30pm: try to watch a movie, fall asleep on couch missing most of movie
9:30pm - 10pm: check email one last time, make sure everything is put away, bathroom stuff, go to bed
10:pm - 11:15pm: sex <-- ain't giving that up!
11:15pm - 12am: sleep
There. There's 24 hours of my day. Nothing else. Not a whole lot of personal time eh? What, 2 hours? Out of 24. Bite me.
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