PANTS.

My life is in shambles. My work schedule has always conflicted with Terry's, so that always blows ass. But now it's conflicting with Mike's. Our schedules are currently COMPLETELY opposite. UGH. We haven't really, seriously hung out in over a week. This is wrong. Just wrong.

I don't know what to effing do.

I slept for 19 hours. Went to bed almost as soon as I got home from work yesterday around 5, woke up at noon today. I don't know. That's just crazy.

Tomorrow I work at 11, so hopefully I'll be able to get my paycheck tonight (which I'm hoping will be pretty good-sized) so I can cash it before work tomorrow. 'Cause I won't have enough time to cash it on my lunch and the bank will be closed by the time I'm off at 7. THEN I have to go pick up my MSI tickets and, depending on how badly I'm going to be raped for Foo Fighters tickets, get those. Very excited for that. I've never seen these Fighters of Foo live. *creams* Then either Friday or Saturday night, I'll go see Terrence. Most likely Saturday 'cause I'm off at 7 and don't work 'til 3 on Sunday. Woooo.

I really hate how my blogs read like to-do lists. But that's my fucking life. A goddamn to-do list.

I'ma head to the effing mall so I can hang out with Mike for an hour before I have to start work.