Hmm...what to say, what to say...

Went shopping this week and went a little overboard in true Dana fashion, but where's the fun in not having fun?

Work is trying to kill me. We're seriously understaffed, so I've been getting to put in extra hours of overtime in the morning. I could do that last week, but not this week...too many hours and the supreme overlords start to whine about having to pay you. Strangely, even though they're trying to kill me, I go back each night looking for a fight just to say I did my best and got it done. I've been permanently moved to the grocery side of the store which is an interesting switch. The guys I work with over there (and a girl, sometimes, if Jackie's feeling like she shouldn't abandon me with all that testosterone) are enlightening, to say the least.

Other than that, I'm living kind of a nomadic existence here at home--I forage for food, dig for clothes from underneath massive piles of stuff as I have no time or energy to clean, and generally just make do with what I've got while dreaming of more.

And I kinda like it. :-D