If blerg were an actual word it would describe my weekend perfectly, working 15 hours of overtime will do that to any sane person. I feel as if I'm suffering from jet lag. My concept of time is lost. Everything is in a blur, and the worst part? This evening watching TV I had that, loss of sleep panic jump that my favorite necklace had fallen off. I then realized my work tag was absent from my neck--my necklace, still on. Goodness Katelyn, calm down.
Is it really only Monday? geezs.