K-I-C-K-A-S-S is how we spell

Success.
Too bad I’m too damn tired to k-i-c-k-a-s-s(shut up I’m allowed to be a tool). Fucking work is killin’ me. Seriously. 10.5 hours yesterday, 9.5 hours the day before that and 9 hours today. I want to not move for a week. But noooo noooooo, I work tomorrow. And it will probly be another 9+ hour shift. -dies- I had a shitty as fuck sleep last night. Ugh. I could hardly keep my eyes open driving to work. I hate not being able to fall asleep. And after Shane phoned at 3 I couldn’t go back to sleep. And then at I think 6 I woke up again and it took forever to fall back asleep then too! WTF why can’t I just have one night of good sleep before work?

I feel like a dick. My dad wants to hang out but I already ate, so I don’t really wanna go to dinner and waste money and shit. Buah…

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I told my Dad I was moving to Calgary. I fear for when Marj comes home….