"But you know me, I can sleep through an earthquake."
It's not even 9pm and I'm ready for bed. I am sooooo tired. Guess that's what having a week off does. It's such a struggle to get up in the morning. It doesn't help that work has been super stressful lately. I'm sick of dealing with people who are so wishy washy and indecisive about everything. In the meantime, weeks going by and nothing ever gets accomplished. Then when it seems like they've made up their minds, it's an insane urgent rush to get everything done. Not enough time to do it. And then they change their minds again. Ugh!
I doubt anyone has any idea what the hell what I'm talking about because it's completely incoherent. Sorry. Long day.
You know what I'm really getting tired of? I'm tired of getting my hopes up about something and always being disappointed. If a guy says he's going to call, why the fuck doesn't he call?