"Oh Workin' from seven to eleven ev'ry night I' really makes life a drag I don't think that's right I've really been the best, the best of fools I did what I could, yeah 'Cause I love you, baby How I love you, darling How I love you, baby Mama loves you, girl, little girl But baby, since I've been loving you, yeah-uh I'm about to lose my worried mind, ohhh, yeah" That thing kinda describes how my last three-and-a-half day have been. Since 6 AM on Thursday I've worked for 62 hours and slept 15. That ain't too cool. Last night I went to a friends house, grilled some hot dogs, watched the Matrix and had ONE beer. It simply is not funny how drunk I was from that one beer. And tomorrow might be like it, maybe a sixteen hour workday. I know I'll love it when I get paid, but right now it's just not worth it. Sorry for the rant.