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I've worked 53 hours since Friday. I got called in to work at 7 this morning, I just got off at 11 the previous evening. Pulled a 13 hour shift today on 6 hours of sleep and still managed to sneak off for two hours to go to class. It's 11:11 (makes me think of A) and I'm past the point of tired. I'm not even punch drunk, just a moving sack of bones with no coherent thought process. My alarm is set for 6:30 am for my biological statistical analysis class. This will all be worth it.
For the first time since I can remember, I've actually used up markers from using them.
Had an uncomfortably awkward conversation with my boss about inappropriate sexual remarks being made towards me that are making other guys uncomfortable that over hear it. I literally just rolled my eyes typing that sentence. Men are stupid, generally speaking. And they smell.
Best part of my day? Coming home to huge bear hugs from my boys.
Silence makes you lose your way in the details of nothing. Ooohh, poem?
For the first time since I can remember, I've actually used up markers from using them.
Had an uncomfortably awkward conversation with my boss about inappropriate sexual remarks being made towards me that are making other guys uncomfortable that over hear it. I literally just rolled my eyes typing that sentence. Men are stupid, generally speaking. And they smell.
Best part of my day? Coming home to huge bear hugs from my boys.
Silence makes you lose your way in the details of nothing. Ooohh, poem?
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