Was there a weekend?

I felt like the whole weekend was spent running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. I was so busy that I couldn't even comprehend that Sunday was not Monday. I was so convinced that it was the never ending week, so my brain started telling me that a new week had started and I just failed to notice the weekend.

Saturday my tire blew out. Then I was supposed to fix it and I was wearing a fucking skirt! I hate them with a passion! I kept forgetting that I was wearing a skirt and I would sit like I normally do and then I would be conscious of a little breeze and poof! I realized that I was probably flashing someone. Oops...

Sunday I spent the day in the lab. I don't even remember what I did, because I was so brain drained then...as I am now, when I'm writing this entry.

I think I need to shove my face in a pillow and get some zzzz's.

Carisa

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