fuck you, fuck me, fuck everyone

Another weekend has come and gone and what do I have to show for it?

A slightly fatter ass and no sleep.

Was that a trick question?

Yet again, I got no sleep. I had to run, run, run to get here and do this with this person or pick up this or get my oil changed that. I'm fucking sick and tired of this pace. I just want a day for myself. Is that really so much to ask?

Let us break down this week to see where I'll get some free time...

Monday - Work, school, home for dinner, library, bed.
Tuesday - Work, school, home for dinner, library, bed.
Wednesday - School, home for dinner, library, bed.
Thursday - Work, bed.
Friday - Word, drinks, bed.

Ok, so the drinks on Fridays is all I really have to live for lately. It's sad. I'm sad. I'm tired.

I'm laying in bed right now blogging. This is what I'm reduced to. Jesus Henry Christ.

That's fucking it. I've had it.

Next weekend I'm sleeping the whole damn time, or getting so mind blowing drunk that I have to stay in bed to recover all weekend. Fuck it, fuck you, fuck everyone.

I'm crabby as you probably perceived.

Don't look at me like that.

I'm out.