So, it's high season for my work so I'm working quite a bit of overtime and making hay while the sun is shining. I've worked 32 hours in the last 3 days. I'm not whining, actually. I spent so much of the past 6 months feeling like hammered crap that it's glorious to feel like doing anything. Also, 3 weeks ago was the first week this year in which I've worked a full 40 hours. Making up for lost time, I suppose.
Another 11-ish hour day at work tomorrow and then I have the emergency phone all weekend. Every time the phone rings, an angel gets its ka-CHING!
Yeah. That's so stupid. I'm rather tired. Maybe I'll feel embarrassed tomorrow and un-post this.