OK, so I finally get two days off this week. You’d think I’d be happy. But I’m not. You know why? Because I’m still working 42.5 hours this week. Two weeks ago when Jeremy had two days off he worked 40 hours. Last week John worked 40 hours. Me, I’m still working overtime, even though it’s the week of my birthday. Ugh.

My sister leaves for college today. The last three days I’ve been trying to see 40 Year Old Virgin with her, but she’s failed me every night. I should have just gone on my own, because now that I’m working overtime every day I don’t really have a lot of time to get home, eat, and then get back out on the road to go to the movies again.