Just finished working my 41 hour shift at work. I’m completely exhausted from hunger and sleep deprivation but I’m just so happy to be back. My family went above and beyond to help me. My dad even drove on unplowed roads to bring me food and water. Thanks everyone for checking up on me, I really do appreciate it. I’m gonna try to take a nap before the Knicks game 

I just found a birth control pill in my room and took it and now I feel better.  Just wish I had not have written all this stuff now :/

Because of today’s storm I am being mandated to stay at work until the roads clear again.  At the earliest, I’ll be home by 9am tomorrow, by the latest, worst case scenario I could be stuck there until Sunday.  I’m so frustrated that this is happening while I’m PMSing and my mood is changing so quickly   Murphy’s law.

The other day, Chris and I were swapping childhood stories and I told him about my oldest brother, Mark.  He meant well, but he was a bull in a china shop.  He was the kind of brother who would tackle you when you were playing touch football and then would sit on your tricycle and break it.  Nothing was safe in our house. 

My father took him to the Superbowl and we were all thinking the same thing when all the lights went out. 

He breaks everything.

My parents wedding photo, So 1970′s, haha.  I haven’t seen too many pictures of their wedding because most of them got ruined. My mom and I have the same eyes. 

I also found a copy of my brother, Mark’s social security card.  We’ve been spelling his name wrong this whole time, lol.  I told my mom about it and she just shrugged. 

Time for a union break, though.

I’ll be mumbling this all day at work

I’ve wanted to write about this mess for a while, but  I don’t even know how to start or if it’s even worth writing about.  It happened so long ago.

I could make a bunch of these before Valentine’s Day and give them out to friends.