Well...I am moving on Thursday, and have only 4 boxes packed of my stuff...I brought home more today from work though....which is where todays crazy started.

I had to work grocery stock, even though I'm a cashier. I'm not used to it, so it sucked a bit. Especially since the manager pulled me halfway through the night to do enough work to keep me busy for the entire night, and still not get completely done...and I HAD to be done. So that didn't work. and I got overtime out the ass, even with two people helping. So! Then I get home and realize I have no checks left to pay bills, so I run to the bank to get the money out so I can get some money orders later tonight at work. I had $100 less than I thought, but oh well. I don't keep track very well at all.

Then. I get home and wonder why I didn't get a call from my man yet. Can't find my phone. Use another one to call my phone, and someone answers. A cop. So at least the phone was safe. Back on the bike out into the heat, get the phone after giving the cop practically my entire life story, then get home, and here I am, sweaty, and stinky, and need to go to bed!

Bye!