So very very tired....

Rick came up for the weekend. I think I saw him for maybe five hours in the last three days. Feh. It's actually a fairly strong argument for getting out of food service. Working weekends totally blows. I usually tell myself that it's worth it because I get the smug satisfaction of having a day or two off in the middle of the week when every single person I know has to work, but I would have really liked to hang out with Rick a little more.

(Hee. I;m so tired I can't even type. I'm also so incredibly sleep depreived thar I think it might mbe amusing to just let the typos and mild word dyslexia slide. Wghee! I'm out of control! Beholf my wackiness! Whoop whoop whoop! Banana! Recidivisim! and you, sir, kindly stop slapping me with that that wet penguin! You'll put your eye out1!)

OK. Maybe I'm not qwuite that tired. I know the penguin isn't really wet. It's an opticla illuuuusiojn!

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