joyce

oh my. sooooooooooo tired.

worked 9 am to 1 pm yesterday, came home, ate, took a shower, slept. went back at four pm. worked til 3:30 am. came home, slept hard. got up at 9:30, back to work at ten, there til 7:30. oy.

i know, i did it to myself. i didn't mean to, tho, some weeks you just end up working your ass off. not next week, she said.

and i want my damn car back. grr.

one of these days i'll remember that trying to focus a camera without glasses or contacts is an exercise in stupidity.

a lot of people i started college with graduated today. that's awful depressing... course, if i'd stayed, i'd have either committed suicide (literally) or ended up with a computer science degree i didn't want, and ended up in a job i didn't want, and... you get the point. so i'm taking a little longer to figure out what i want to do. so what.

oh, stupid customer trick of the day (amoung many. it was a long day. my manager finally got sick of listening to me cuss and slam things and sent me home for the evening, yay):

customer: do you have drinks?

me: i have coke, diet coke, and sprite in cans and six packs, and coke, root beer, and sprite in two liters.

customer: do you have mountain dew?

*smack*

listening to counting crows "this desert life". damned good album. the best friend got it for me for christmas, and almost 6 months later, it passes the obsessive listening test. =)

yes, it's another "i'm too tired to do anything, especially with my car in the shop, but i'm unwilling to go to bed yet" night.