Feast or famine. Last night was feast, if you're the one collection the money for my work. Steady stream, all night long. Made me tired. Legs still doing OK, though.
Karen abandoned me last night. I left the car at the shop yesterday, and my plan was to have her take me to the shop, where I could use her key to run the truck and get into work.
I got up at 19:30 as usual... and no Karen. Finally about 20:15 I called over to Kims and Steve answered, and hee told me that they had gone out to Chilis' to eat. He offered to take me to work... and after waiting another 15 minutes, I called him back and took him up on his offer.
When I got to work it was, once again, a zoo. I picked up the pieces and got everyone gone by 22:30 and then kept pretty busy for the rest of the night, like I mentioned. No hard running, but a lot of fast walking.
I called Karen up a little after 06:00 like I usually do, and she immediatly started apologizing. She does that so well... I immediately forgave her. I hate it when I give in so easily... but the only other alternative is getting mad, and I try to avoid that at all costs.
I'm too damned easy... just ask anyone.
I didn't make a dent in the sleep deficit yesterday, either. I got to sleep all right, but I kept waking up for some damned reason or another. Every hour... then I'd be awake for an hour, or maybe a half-hour, sleep for a half-hour, wake up again... you can skip this paragraph if you've heard it before... O'damn, too late! You've already read it.
I'm starting (starting?) to get goofy. Time for a shower and bed. More tomorrow...