Anyone who says my job isn't risky business should take a look at my finger. Oh yeah, and my arm.
I'm beat up. First I cut myself with my knife...today I sliced off part of my knuckle. It was so deep you could touch the vein. Sorry Mr. CM. I should have warned you. Hope your hands are ok.
I actually got to use our "hospital" at work. And I had to get a shot.
Anything I can do as the new girl to stand out, you know?
Thank God it's the weekend, and a long one at that. I'm so tired I think I may sleep the who time.
Probably not. But right now, it sounds marvelous.
Sorry for the lame post. Tiredness is sinking in.
School was a bitch. 2 pies, 1 partner who didn't do anything but wash dishes (Jesus again), no dinner in my belly and no taste testing because the pies were hot. Oh yeah. I told the guy who looks like Savid to get away from me, sang "You are my sunshine" to someone to make her smile (and ended up making someone else smile too) and confessed that my underwear were falling down.
Hungry. Tired. Lonely. Confused. Happy, Silly.
Oh wait. I'm only hungry and tired right now. Lonely too I guess because I am alone in my house and cuddling is fun, but-
WTF. Really. I have no idea what I am writing or saying.
Must. Sleep. Now.