Fried

I'm too tired to do anything. I'm exhausted. I'm fried. I'm not even sure what day of the week it is. It may be Thursday night, but I dunno. So all I've done is have some fun here with the blog, watch some M*A*S*H* on dvd, have a couple of slices of pizza for dinner, and I went down to T-Birds to buy my morning chocolate milk from the *really* cute girl working there who I'm positive has to have a boyfriend because that's just the way it goes and my luck that way lately has been for shit. Anyway, I'm too pooped to pop.

Work has been ok despite the crazy hours. Yesterday and today (Wednesday and Thursday??) we only worked 11 hours because Barney was ready to jump ship at 5:00 yesterday afternoon and I really wasn't going to argue it. Today we just didn't have much to do. Fred and Brad spent all day on the repairs while the rest of us built (yesterday we started crappy and finished very strong; today was somewhat lackluster), so all Cooter and I did after the others left was clean up around the cell in preparation for Inventory, and I wrote up all of our bolt-fit scrap. Tomorrow afternoon (assuming tomorrow is Friday like I think it might be)? Who knows? Maybe we won't stay late at all. That's fine with me because I have to watch a movie so I can return it by closing tomorrow night and I could use the early jump. Not because it's an especially long movie (I have no idea how long it is), but because when I get home late I have no time to do anything.

I'm hanging around on AIM, too, tonight, but nobody's there. Even if anyone was, I can't imagine what kind of conversationalist I would be, because I feel really loopy right now. I'd probably just babble about Jen or Amy or the really attractive girl at T-Birds or the hottie who lives upstairs, because, well, that's the kind of shit on my mind right now. I'm only human, you know. And I'm tired of being alone. If I weren't alone right now maybe I wouldn't be so loopy. Or if I could have a cat.

I'd totally sneak a cat in here, though, if my apartment wasn't right off the driveway and I wasn't afraid the cat would spend all day while I'm at work sitting right in the window in full view of all my pet-less neighbors, at least one of whom might rat me out and get me in big trouble. That's the only negative to this apartment. Everything else has been great.

I'm going to go fall down now. Only two more days left of the work week.

I think.