Tonight at 8 pm will mark 57 days. I am exhausted from work yesterday, worked a 12 and a half hour shift (opened the restaurant by myself and was was there til close). It was me and one other server (who is the laziest person in the world) during the day and in the evening I had the upstairs so I was running up and down two flights of stairs the whole night. It was such a long day, took me a half hour to get home when I only live 10 minutes away; because of all the tourists in town for cruiser weekend, I had to actually leave town and go the back route. When I got home and actually sat down, I thought this is the time where I normally would have a few glass of wine. But I’m waking up this morning feeling good about myself - my feet, legs, and back might be in some serious pain but at least I don’t have have a hangover.
Instead of wine…I do have some ice cream in the fridge.