I ended up staying late tonight (because I was asked to) so I'll have a few more hours this week. Everything helps.
I work 8 hours tomorrow (and I can't get "workin nine to fiiiiive, what a way to make a liiiiiiivin!" out of my head) and then i'm off for three days. The sort of disgust I feel for certain of my coworkers (this particular leader has a visible dislike of me and seems to enjoy crawling up my ass and planting herself there) and my apparent spontaneous ineptitude (and now I'll stop being so hard on myself) means that now I don't really *mind* the three days off.
Apparently I'm such a whiner that it only takes one bad day to make me rethink the previous good ones.
I woke up cranky, it mellowed out, and now I'm going to bed cranky.
I just ranted at my mom about the state of hip hop music.
I think I'm going to have to have my wisdom tooth removed.
I'm tired. But I don't know if i'll actually sleep.