Not asleep… and the sounds of drunk people…

I have finished a 52 hour work week, over 5 days. Surprisingly, it went really, really well. I’ve realized I much prefer to be the boss over the mindless, lowly counter clerk… I am sad to be going back to the mindless, lowly counter clerk on Wednesday, but am happy to have Monday off (with pay) as a bonus for meeting (and exceeding) financial goals for the week. What I really want is recognition that I am not an air head and run the shop exceptionally well. I have a funny feeling this is one of those instances where credit will not be aptly received and I will have to bite my tongue.

Always with the tongue biting…

Now, I’m sitting here, after one in the morning, not sleeping… trying to pump myself up for a week of sewing and creating and doing all of those things I love. Maybe I’m not sleeping because I’m so darn excited.

Bars must be kicking the drunks out because I hear a long murmur of drunk, violent voices trailing down the street.

I can’t wait to get a small house in the country.