10:30PM

My eyes are so tired, but my bain is so freaking wired.

Today was a draining, exhausting – keep all my energy focused on being patient and happy kind of day. I was actually doing pretty good in the morning, but than after lunch I hit my mid-day slump. Combine that slump with my sleepless weekend and mean people and you’ve got a a girl with a deep furrow between her brows.

On my way home from work I wanted to jam my foot on the gas pedal of my car as far as it could go. I wanted to open all the windows, including my sunroof. I wanted to blast my music to the point of being deaf. I succeeded in almost all of these things but the gas pedal…thanks to those darn photo cams on the freeway. I maturely decided that my mentally exhausting day wasn’t worth receiving a huge speeding ticket at the expense of trying  to release pent up energy.

However, my brow is still furrowed. I tried to relax it a bit last Friday by forcefully putting a finger on each brow and horizontally stretching my skin. My best girl humorously put up with it the entire night. You’ve got to love friends that love you and let you be. Furrowed brows and all.

Another sign of the furrowed brow. . . . my addiction to Starbucks keeps increasing. On my way to work this morning I spontaneously whipped my car into a Starbucks – I’m surprised I didn’t have whiplash.  My new favorite drink is their Iced Mocha Latte. The latte did wonders for the first two hours.

I’m thinking of putting bright red streaks throughout my hair (in a subtle way of course) but I haven’t decided if it would be the straw that breaks my boss’s back. The visible tattoo and piercings I have are already pushing the line of “unprofessional”. . . .   plus I really don’t  want to look any younger than I already do…which lately has been pushing the boundaries of around 18 give or take a few years.

10:52PM. . . . already on the way to another day on the hamster wheel.

Good Night.