loopy girl.

Yesterday I slept my day away. I came home from church as a sick girl. And I slept from 12:15 all the way until 4:30 when the thunder woke me up. Then back to bed at 5 pm up until 8:30. Went to bed around 10:30. Woke up at 7:45 for a 9 am- 4 pm shift.

I was still tired. I feel as though I could have slept my Monday off also.

Working...it sucked. I wanted to go home. And cuddle with my soft blanket. 

I didn't want to say "My pleasure"...because that was a lie. It wasn't my pleasure.

I didn't want to fake a smile when I encountered a stupid customer.

But I did....for 7 hours. 

With only one 20 minute break.

Where I did enjoy a nice phone call with my Calli.

I've missed her. We've seen less and less of each other. I feel as though....she is gone. empty. out of my life.

By the end of my shift I was goofy. I was a loopy girl. I'm pretty sure my manager noticed...but...so what? It happens, alright? By the sound of this post...I'm sure you have also noticed how my brain is working. It is a mess. It is a huge ball of confusion. Which shows you how well working register and window at Chick-fil-A...with many stupid customers...went. Terrible.

Complete sentences were impossible.

Repeating an order was unachievable.

Making the correct drinks was inconceivable.

Doing it with out no complaints? That is how I freaking roll people.

"Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise."