I think I will just go over there and lay down...to die.
Im so fucking tired. I worked 53 hours this week and get to look forward to a 56 hour work week next week (that doesnt include all the days I will be more than likely staying late to make sure things get done).
I hate Christmas. A crap ton of money and stress on one day of one-upping each other. Adults who love Christmas scare the crap out of me because Im certain they are on some sort of mind altering drugs or are secretly serial killers.
I've been told by my doctor that I cant go down hill skiing. Damn doctors and their stupid rules.
I was really going to write about something else but Im too tired to remember what.