Zuckerfrei

I'm tired.

I mean I'm always tired but this morning I'm two-inches-from-dropping-dead-kind-of-tired. I fell asleep standing in the shower.

How I'm going to make it through today's eight hours I have no fucking idea.

I'm a crybaby, right? Because this is life for Ismat (despite the fact that the usually leaves the more arduous tasks for somebody else, i.e. me) and Glenda works daily from 8:00 to 6:00 (despite the fact that the exhaustion probably hasn't hit her with this being only her second week).

I don't think any of them love the end of the week as much as I do. I had this awesome dream where I looked at my calendar and it went ...


DroooOooooOol.