It's Friday and I'm not done yet

I'm exhausted. Just physically overwhelmingly exhausted. I've what feels like 70 hours this week, and I still have to work tonight and I have a double on Sunday. It's never ending and I think my body is going to hate me after everything is said and done. But it's my fault because I have lots of bills and I need to work like this to pay everything off. Man, you really don't understand bills and money and finances until you are in the thick of it. Or maybe it's just me. At any rate, I need to get rich fast or I'm doomed! When I say doomed, however, I think of that cartoon Invader Zim and it makes me laugh. Zim's little friend... Grr... would just run around saying doom. It was hysterical. Okay, maybe I'm delirious. I just woke up, leave me alone!

The nice thing is that it is OCTOBER! YAYAYAYAYAYAYYAYAY! My favorite month ever! Why you might ask? Hello!! Birthdays, and pretty leaves, and apple orchards, Halloween, MEA for the kids still in K-12, and I can't even think of anything else, but I'm sure there is more. It's much better than, oh I dunno, cold months. They are wet and cold and dirty looking and dreary. Haha. I'm mean. I think everyone is partial to the month they were born in. So maybe I won't be mean to them.

I also have Saturday off. Which is already jam packed with birthday things. But... it's okay. I'll still get some me time. And some Justin time. Hee hee.... Just...in...time... okay. .That was funny to me. Maybe I shouldn't write blogs when I've only been awake for 10 minutes.

My book is coming along nicely. I know I haven't been working on it lately, but sometimes people need breaks. And this last stint was my break! So I'm off again to work viciously hard on it. YAY! I need to get it out there. I need it to be this thing that has finally been rejected, or accepted, or degraded, ya know? It's cool that I've written something and I've done something that not everybody does, but it doesn't mean much if I'm too scared or not ready to put it out there. All things considered, the book isn't really FOR other people. I mean it's about my friend that died when I was in high school, yes, but it's also something that helped ME cope. Something that if people wanted to remember, they could because it'd be all written down in this book. But it's still what will make me an Author when you say "career goal" my mind screams author. And once I get this out of the way, I can start something new. Start on a new page and just go. Won't that be amazing?

Alright, time for my busy day to start.

Love