[ Monday, Jan. 16, 2006 ]
[6:53 a.m.]
Good day, and welcome to Day 8.
The last eight days have been sort of a blur, and i've resorted to lying to myself just to get throught the day. for the past 3 days, i've told myself, "Today is Monday, only five more to go". And now, today actually IS Monday. I can't wait for the weekend already.
Although, working on the weekend did have some benefits, such as: No interruptions, and also, the bosses tend to treat you better because they know that you're using your ownh valuable free time to be there.
Still i'd rather never have to do this again.
On the plus side, i got shit done, y'know? DAMN sometimes i'm too good.
Saturday night i had a panic attack and woke up covered in sweat and breathing fast... my heart was racing. I had to have the hubby rub my back until i fell back to sleep. I think i was dreaming about work. i know i was trying to sleep but kept waking up, maybe i stressed out because i knew i wasn't getting enough sleep, and i HAVE TO SLEEP!! it's just this thing that i do. I need to do it. especially when i'm overworked. Sleep is my drug.
I get home from work, i peel off my sweaty chlothes and fall asleep around 8:30. i mean, C'MON!! 8:30?? the last time i went to bed regularly at 8:30 i WAS 8. but it's totally worth it, cuz i loooooove sleeping.
But i digress, the photocopiers are awaiting my arrival.
Excell-tent.
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