Monday I worked 13+ hours. Today I worked 12. Tomorrow, I am dreading tomorrow, 15 hours. On top of that, I think I have food poisoning. I have never spent so much time in the bathroom. I stepped in a hole walking to my car this afternoon and hurt my ankle. I just want Monday, yes Monday, it is my NEXt day off. I will clock out on Friday with 60 hours of work this week. Next week is looking similar.
All of those reviews I keep saying I am going to post may have to sit in my notebook for a while. I already wrote them out in hand, but my brain hurts and I fear I may do something like type:
...this book sucked because I am tired and pissed off.