I almost dialed your number when I thought the coast was clear

I am so goddamned sore. Every inch of me almost. I suppose that's what happens after lugging around 6000 lbs of meat, twice in three days will do to you. Plus working 10 hour days, 5 days a week, plus all the overtime shit is wearing me down a bit.
I was scheduled to work 5pm till whenever on thursday friday saturday, but thankfully I got tonight off. Francois, who referred to me as 'super sean' didn't want me to get burned out. At least my work is appreciated by someone.
So instead I went over to Boston Pizza, and drank beer, and wrote, because that's what alcohol tends to do for me. Well that and thinking far too much about things I shouldn't, but this is no emo blog. So now I need to sleep because I have work in the morning, goodnight people.