TAG. YOU'RE IT.

Last weekend sucked ass. I had off on Friday and Monday for what was supposed to be just a long weekend, but I spent Thursday night and Friday helping Amanda pack to move to Wisconsin. And Soraya was in town, but only because her grandmother was at death's door, and she died on Friday night, so I did get to spend time with Soraya on Saturday and part of Sunday. And then Monday I had blood work scheduled.

Some fucking weekend: moving, death, medical torture. Somebody shoot me.

I'm kind of afraid to schedule any more vacation days, at this rate.