elanya

Today was a hell work day, everywhere. Frankie and I thought we knew what we were getting into when we decided just to plod on with one less on the muffin wenching crew, but things were even worse today. First off, frankie needed to go home at 1 to get ready to take a bus to Amherst for the weekend, and I had to leave at 3:30 to head up the hill to Other Work... But We didn't relaly get enough done, so even though I had the floors done and the garbage, I was only half done the other cleanup, and also, the Victory had never brought us the potatos we needed to get ready for Tuesday.... Not that we would have had time to deal with them anyway :p So I left there feeling tired and like I hadn't finished.

Other Work was busier than I'd ever had to deal with... I'm not sure why. At the end of the night well.... let's just say I was there way too late and am out a good $80 worth of stuff and cash. Where did it go? I haven't a clue. I searched the whole booth over and over, and no sign of the dissappeared bits.

On top of it all, I have been feeling a huge desperate need for some kind of adventure lately. I have been doing too much reading... everything seems so mundane, and it exhausts me. I want to be challenged in an innovative way. I want new experiences, new sights. All I have are books, and I don't have enough of them either

I have no idea when I am going to recouperate my exhuadstion, either. I work tomorrow.... Not Sunday or Monday, though. I am alrerasdy up an hour later that I expected tonight, because of Book. I am not tired *while* I read, only when I look away from the pages. And when I go back to work on Tusday, I don't get another break until the *next* weekend (the 16th). Assuming nothing goes wrong and I lose my job between now and then. It depresses me that I haven't yet had an evening where I have managed to come out perfectly balanced, and where I jhave properly completed all the paperwork. Charlene tells me (Or had been telling me, who knows after tonight) that I had been doing really welll, but I am highly dubious.

As the same time, I can only do what I can, and not change the past, so why dwell on it? My 'depression' such as it is passes quickly between the pages, and even fictional adventure and enliven me somewhat. But I am still so *tired*. Hopefully once I get some new glasses (I have an appointment on the 5th), that will be somewhat alleviated as well.

I am wondering if I will get to see J&S again before they leave, but I doubt it :/