I believe that you believe that.

I see you're feeling crabby. Why are you so anglered?

You don't knoooow me.

I've worked 28 hours in the last 2 days between 2 different jobs. One is very physical, and the other is a retail inventory nightmare from Hell. I'm so tired that I can't eat chicken (which I normally love) but ****ty, cheap beer is fine because I've been like this for weeks now, months, of burning myself out every week between two jobs, a dysfunctional, helpless family, and trying, *trying* to maintain the very few friendships I have left on the one day a week that I have off (Saturday).

He's too tired to make it.

I did a 63-hour work week, for the first time in 3 years. So, my body is kinda shellshocked and I was in a lot of pain. A few years back I used to do 60-ish hour weeks every week for like 3 years straight. I haven't done it in 3 years since, however. So, ow.

Just rang up an old lady who asked if we buy records. I said yes. She said she had 45's and followed that by saying...

"I'm sure you don't even know what those are. You're so young."

I smiled and said...

"Umm, I do actually. I work here. At the record store."

She was like........................................"OHHHH HHHHHHHH. That's nice."

It made me laugh.

I would've insisted that they're actually 48s.

:D bants. I approve.

Terrible accident this morning on Rt.80. I must have missed it by a few minutes. Two ejected. They looked deceased. There were like ten people stopped so I kept on driving. Broke down in the car. It's been a rough week for me and seeing that ripped my heart out. They were just laying on the wet ground crumpled up. Nobody was attending them so I assume they died. I haven't cried that hard in a while. Godammit.

Wear your seat belts, please.