I did say I was ready for a new week, didn't I? You know what that means right?
The madness began this morning as I woke up late, drove back home twice because of things I forgot, and the fucking MickyD's drive through line was so long causing me to be even later to work.
I checked in over 100 patients today. I *so* wasn't ready for that. I finally got off work 13 hours after arriving. Thirteen fucking hours. I came home and laid down with the baby for two hours. Now, I'm just online messing around when I should be asleep.
I am still waiting for my lovely period to arrive, I'm sure she will come tomorrow now that I have spoke of her tonight. She's sixty-seven days in the making. What's up with this time of year fucking with my body? Last year it was 117 days. And No, I'm not pregnant. I took a pregnancy test last week, silly me. Heh.
Not that anyone else cares, but I am so excited to say there is less than 30 days until Big Brother 8 starts, woooo hooo baby!!!!!!