I think tomorrow (Wednesday, for those of you who don't read these things as soon as I write them) will be a microcosm of my summer.
It will start off at midnight.
I woke up at 5:30 earlier today to help unload yearbooks from the Jostens truck and I've been going almost non-stop ever since. I did heavy lifting in the morning, and in the afternoon I made meatloaf-stuffed bell peppers for an hour and a half before doing my normal work routine. Right now, I am absolutely exhausted.
It really doesn't help that a potentially life-shattering series of events is unfolding around me either.
But back to my point.
Right now, my muscles are aching, my eyelids heavy, and the fucking paper cut on my left ring finger is stinging whenever I type with it. What I need is a day off. Maybe like, tomorrow. Luckily enough, the other guy I work with was nice enough to switch days with me so I could play hockey and go to the Daffron Senior reunion.
The next 24 hours is going to give me a great opportunity to recharge, settle everything down, and generally enjoy myself as much as I can before I ship off to Canada next Friday and then that whole summer thing the week after that.
Oh, I just adore these days.
I really cannot wait for summer to start. Waking up at noon will become commonplace again, Jerry Springer being the first thing I see when I wake up every day. Nostalgia is fantastic.
You see? This is me after an 18 1/2 hour day. I'm so tired that I can't think straight enough to string two sentences together or thread a theme through a piece. Fuck, the title doesn't even make sense. At what point did I even mention rewinding or otherwise going back through time?
And with that, my explosion of random sentences ends.
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