I'm Pooped

I just finished working 8 days straight. In other words, that's 96 hours (will someone please check my math on that?). I'm tired.... not just physically but also emotionally. I had a rough week. I yelled at people at work twice and that's really not my personality. However, I've found that yelling generally gets me what I want. In some instances, people do not respond well to yelling so they just ignore me... probably the best option for them. I can be really annoying when I'm mad. But for some reason, people kept laughing at me when I got mad this week. Apparently my co-workers just think it's funny when I get mad. I guess it lightens the mood and gives everyone something to talk about. For now, I am calm... but on the verge of some of the most intense excitement I've had in quite some time.

Want to know why?

I'm off of work for the next 15 days! I really don't know what to do with myself. I don't have many plans but here's a run down of my schedule.

Wednesday: Sleep
Thursday: Sleep, drink margaritas, bowl with friends from work
Friday: turn 31, court, haircut, drive to Atlanta, sleep (hopefully there will be some cake eating today)
Saturday: Hang out with family, sleep
Sunday: Birthday brunch at my aunt's house, sleep
Monday: trip to Ikea, drive home, sleep

That's all I have so far. I'm hoping the other 9 days will be filled with much of nothing. I wonder what the wallering record is set at because I'm feeling I could probably beat it.