These weekends would've killed me if it weren't for the Red Bull. I worked something like 50+ hours last week and that includes two days off. I've seen all kinds of crazy stuff now, the drunk guy who wrecked his car in my lot (thankfully against a pole), the acid kid who we had to call the cops on so he wouldn't fall over in a main road again, the girl who decided to warm me up and cool herself off by wrapping me around her (woot), the taxi cab drivers fighting over fare (literally). Lets see... lack of sleep and weather conditions not being their best.

It blows having to stand out in the rain waiting on drunk people to come outside and yell at me for 'taking half a fucking hour'. Next time peeps, don't come all at once and be the last person out the door if you want your car back right then. I'm only one person dealing with half a dozen people and I can only go so fast...I even messed up my left ankle trying to move faster, which admittably is counterproductive. In two days I get 30 hours, in that same two days I get roughly 8-10 hours of sleep total.The rest of the time is spent going to/from jobs and eating/taking showers/ attempting to sleep/waiting on people to show up so I can leave.

That's life in a nutshell right now, I gotta pay off some things and get insurance on my car so I can get a tag and be legal but I do have a good deal once I get the money which is probably gonna come from someone who owes me just so I can make due. Oh, and I have a court date I have to make on the 20th for following to closely awhile ago. It was rainy and my truck's brakes locked up and slid into some old lady. Good times.