Invasion

I am never home anymore. I feel like I live at work, and at Ray's. More at work, though. Ray's is where I go to sleep, and eat at 10:30 at night, and eating cum...

Yeah.

No, but really. I work so much (although my hours have gotten cut this upcoming week due to my awkward school schedule) and when I'm not working, I'm driving, or sleeping. Last night I got home at 1 am, went to sleep at 2, and was up by 5:30 to get ready to get out of this house. I got to Ray's around 7, passed out somehow, and woke at 10:30. Drove and did errands at 11, after showering, and then went to work at 12:30.

Now I'm home and have accomplished most of my to-do list. I dyed my hair red and black again, wrote my serial killer paper (yeahhh Ed Gein) cleaned my room again, and finally put all the photos from Thursday on my computer. I still need to edit them, then make prints and deliver them to Newburyport (hopefully by mid-week). I need a fill for my nails, I can barely type because they're far too long now. I need to organize my shit to turn into school because it's all over after tomorrow. I need to make some time to roast my skin in this 90 degree weather. I need to upload the software to my video camera. Theres a shitload more but I'm just too lazy to say.

Goodnight.