It's Called Exhaustion

I'm going on week three of my month long work marathon. What is that you ask? Well, seeing as how I haven't had steady work in a long time, I am in desperate need of dinero. So when a company asked me to do a four week gig Monday through Friday and I am still doing the restaurant on the weekends, that translates into seven days a week for me as a working gal. Not to be confused with a working girl, as that would make me either a prostitute or Melanie Griffith.

Seven days a week. Only the Beatles can top that. I'm just glad I'm not the poor woman on MySpace who is two weeks in to her hunger strike against Sanjaya from American Idol (she's not eating until he gets voted off). But if I were her, at least I'd lose some weight.