*whew*

So...spent nearly all of Friday just lazing around 'cause I lacked energy. By the time it occured to me to get my check, it was after six and the store didn't have enough cash on hand to handle it so I let it wait until today...which took like half an hour. (In the meantime, I discovered the credit union isn't open at all on Saturdays; that was a fun waste of gas.)

But yesterday I hung out with peeps and got my hobbying on. That was all right. Today, after getting my needed funds (which I should take out of my wallet, now that I'm home), I put my SurveySpot check in the gas tank, met up with folks again and spent a half an hour trying to park. That and the way people were driving got me really pissed off, so I was in a somewhat foul mood by the time I met up with everyone, though I did my best to keep a lid on it. With in tow, I went back out to the car after an hour to make sure it wasn't ticketed and decided I should get some food and chill the fuck out. Hit ye olde Taco Bell, blew $4, got back, found a less risky parking spot, ate and felt better about stuff. Afterward, moved the car again, found a spot inside the lot and chilled.

Bailed on everyone at 2030, which was wise 'cause it took half an hour to get the fuck out of the place (forgot where the fuck I parked) and another thirty to get home (motherfucking slow-ass drivers; who the fuck goes only sixty in the fast lane?). Even managed to have time for a Tommyburger.

Almost stormed outta here at ten on the dot when I reminded myself I don't have to be in 'til 2230. That's happened a lot with these shifts. Must be like the feeling people get who fool themselves into getting places early or on-time by setting their clocks ahead five or ten minutes.

Probably gonna feel like holy hell when I get off work this morning, so Sunday outta be low-key. Maybe I'll actually *gasp* hit Costco like I've been telling myself I'd do for the entire month of February...

Time's up. I'm gone.