On a much happier note...

The work week is over. Although I've got to go back to the office tomorrow and get a bunch of proposals out. So does that mean the work week is really over or not? I'm there by 7:30am and don't leave until at least 6pm daily. No time to leave for lunch. I come home, feed the felines, get into my jammies, wash my face/brush my teeth and go to bed. Exciting life I lead, eh?

And no, I'm not working at the fish tank - although they called about a job offer this week... (Not enough $, no benefits...) This is a 'real job' that I took b/c it's less than 2 miles from my house. And it pays $. But they expect me to perform like I used to when I did high-level National-account-type sales - 60+ hour weeks. That was before Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. The people at the (very small) office are really nice but I know that I'm going to end up imploding if I keep at this rate... My performance so far has been blowing them away, but their expectations of me are so high. Too high. (What can I say, I'm a great interviewer? LOL)

Date with Hot Stud this weekend if I can swing it time/energy-wise. However, at this rate on the energy-meter, it ain't looking good. I'm STILL sick from that flu shot I got over a month ago!