Well technically...

I am exhausted and achy from putting away $3,000 worth of food and dry goods almost entirely by myself, much of it in the walk-in freezer, which we keep at 0 degrees. Yeah, that was fun (not).

My hands hurt like hell.

I am poor.

I need a haircut.

I'm going to church this Sunday.

I finally got my car inspected, and there was nothing terribly wrong with it.

Gas is fucking expensive as hell.

I found an awesome (currently updated!) Star Trek series. I read all four installments in three days (it only took me about fourteen hours :-P).

I'm getting 13 hours of overtime for this week alone.

At least I get a day off.

I'm going to see Granddad tomorrow and cross my fingers that the lampshade will work.

I'm hungry.

I need to go grocery shopping.

But I don't feel like it.

I'm going to be attending that food manager class during my vacation--sixteen freakin hours. And I won't even get overtime pay for it. Grr.

But I'm still looking forward to the vacation.

This is very stream-of-consciousness, only without the great insight/character development. I'll stop now.