Ovepriced crap calls to me. Make it stop!

My feet hurt which must mean I went to work. Yes indeedy. I think by the time my fellow third shifter gets back from her sick leave, I will be begging her to work 12-8. Because sweet baby boy who lived, I'm so freakin' sick of those last two hours. It's enough to drive someone totally insane.

I should know better than to look through the PB Teen catalogue. I don't have the money for the stuff I want [which is mostly furniture, how's that for maturity?] and that never keeps me from dreaming. Sigh.

Quick, someone remind me that this Friday I have enough bills to kill someone.
a list, so I'll feel accomplished when I check them all off:

- pay for Mom's May present
- pay Cass if she goes ahead with the evil plan of DOOM. Which she should
- Cable bill
- new work clothes

Yeah. Great fun, eh?

I'm going back to window shop in the "So your parents have so much money that sometimes they set fire to it just to see if that's a better way to get rid of it" catalogue. Wheeeee!