One and a half more fans to feather, a litter to repair, and a jail cell to paint tomorrow.
Two shifts to work in between.
This is my life. Have I even touched any of the assignments that I have due on Monday? You know, the ones I've supposedly had all reading week to work on. Of course not. When am I going to do them?
That, my friends, is the million-dollar question.
But they'll get done, because there's no other option.
I'm going home. I have 2 1/2 hours before I have to work, so I should do something productive with it.
You know, I usually title my entries with a line from whatever song is running through my head at that current moment. For the past few weeks, at least, 95% of my entry titles have been lines from Joseph songs.
You know you've heard the music a lot when...
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