Also, I just finished my seven day-long stretch at the store, and have two whole days off before I must return. ^_^ I had to find creative ways to keep myself awake during the last few shifts there, but it's all over now and that's what matters.
You want an example? Of course you do. On Monday, I was miserable and really didn't think I was going to stay awake long enough to sell something to the one interested customer I was likely to see in those six hours, so I decided to make a run for Starbucks. I get coffee and tea from there during the school year all the time, but this was the first time I'd gone since about mid-April. I indulged in my usual specialty coffee, a mocha (my other usual is tea, Earl Grey, hot), which is loaded with my two caffeine essentials, espresso and chocolate. Since I haven't had this stuff in months, I was all a-jitter and hyper for the rest of the day, hehe. I finally cracked open my notebook and wrote up a storm- a largely babbly and incoherent storm, I'm chagrined to confess, but at least it was a start. Hell, I didn't even want to go home when my shift ended, I just wanted to sit there and keep on plugging along.
And I got good news about my kitty!
What kitty, you ask? Yeah, I suppose it's not a widely related story, so here's the short of it: a while back, I took in a kitten that would have been euthanised if no one had. He was such a cute and playful little sweetie, but I had to give him up after only a few days 'cause there was no chance in hell my mom would let me keep him. My sister took him to a co-worker of hers, who works with animal rescue and has cats running all over her house on a regular basis, hehe. She recently managed to find him a good home with a couple who already has one other cat. He's a very social little tyke, so I'm glad he'll have a big sister.
And here's a pic of the little sweetie, whom I still refer to as my "baby" and still miss lots, despite the short amount of time I knew him (consider that he was much smaller than this when I had him... cuuuute!):
In case you're curious, he had several names. The people we got him from called him "Bailey." Nick and I liked to call him "Ender" (from the book "Ender's Game" by Orson Scott Card) 'cause he was a little tactician when assaulting his toys. Krissy preferred "Bobo" for no special reason. The people adopting him are naming him "Peanut Butter," "Peanut" for short (their other cat's name is "Jelly"). Poor thing's gonna be so confused...
Well, Nick just called from out of the blue and said that he's coming over to pick me up for dinner. He didn't feel like going to class tonight (heck, who ever does? ; )). Better go get ready!