Everyone keeps asking how I am. Or asking me to call them. And my answer is UGH. This week has just been ugh. Last week was ugh too. And ugh, I would really like to talk to you when I'm done feeling ugh. It's me not you.
No time for anything but reading for class and making up, as in fabricating, points A, B, and C for a research paper (hoping that I'll be able to find scholarly articles to support those points) and working. It's been a nine shift week at the restaurant, meaning three doubles. I'm kinda ticked off that the management gets more days off (two!) than I get this week (one!). It just kinda stinks, but it's almost over and that's what counts right? After all, this is what being an adult is--getting up in the morning and eating your Raisin Bran and facing what the day brings with as much courage as you can find in the early morning tired hours.
Posted by mike at March 3, 2007 12:21 PMFeeling your "UGH," brother. And I know based on that "UGH," that I'm not supposed to ask anything of you.
HOWEVER...
Just wondering if you're going to be around for my "AUGH!"
;) amt(P)
Posted by: angela at March 6, 2007 6:32 PM