Buh-cawk.

Aside from the utter hilarity that was work today, I think that was one of the few bright spots this week entailed. I'm so glad it's over, and I have a 3-day weekend to rest up. With the combination of overtime (so as to bounce back from a $205 speeding ticket) and some emotional drain for reasons that would take way too long to explain, and more energy than I currently have, I am exhausted. I can say with certainty that I could fall asleep right now. While some daylight remains. But I'll be up for a while longer yet. Not too much. If you don't see me online tonight, it is almost certainly because I have gone to bed.

The last 2 days have been hectic, emotionally. Nothing I did, just helping (attempting to) a couple of people through some hard times. And overtime's not helping much. That's ok, I'm not doing the ass-early morning overtime in the upcoming week. I am doing the evening overtime, but it's not as draining as waking up at 6:30 AM and working a 10-hour day.

So plans for the weekend will be remaining here, not going much of anywhere...not with gas now over $4 a gallon. I swear, the oil companies have all of us by the balls. Supply and demand, my ass.

Ah, well, nothing more to say. I record an FW podcast tomorrow, you'll have the Tournament of Champions results tomorrow. Mary, hope you got my messages.

My brain is blank. Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep...