Tired just doesn't cover it...

I am sooo tired from my three day, 40 hour work week. I mean, my-marrow-aches-with-exhaustion-kind-of-tired. Not enough sleep, stress-filled work load, and the occasional employee that I long to throttle all add up to me growing back my gray hair at exponential rates. At least my eye tic hasn't returned...yet.

And today I am going to Nay-nay's "suprise" party in Austin. I just hope I can stay awake for it! I also hope that her husband Danny did not invite my ex-boyfriend Michael (his brother-in-law), but I guess we'll see. Running into him is always loads of fun as he refuses to acknowledge my presence, like ex-cuuuuse me for dumping your lying, cheating ass, loser! Feh.

And on a truly sad note, the WotH dream sketch I have been eyeballing just shot over $1K. A thousand dollars. Geez. I am depressed because although I *could* try and buy it on a credit card, the price alone would make me unhappy. I can't justify spending that amount of money on a sketch. Dunno. It's a super-rare, you'll-probably-only-see-it-once kind of thing, but c'est la vie. Or something.

*pouts off to bed*

BTW - my new icon is inspired by one of my all time fav Dixie Chicks songs. You can't live in Texas and not have a smidgeon of country goodness. ^^;