Oh, my God, I'm so tiiiiiired.

Why do I keep agreeing to take so much overtime that I end up working seven twelve-hour days in a row? Seriously?! I know it's for the money, but can't they just give me the money and let me go home and take a nap? *yawns*

In any event, I have tomorrow off, a day of overtime Sunday, and then two more days off. Hopefully while I'm at work I can weasel another day of overtime out of the boss, although I doubt it. I'm hoping I can bump up how much I make this quarter so when they start giving out two-week-long layoffs come January, I can just stay home and drink lots of hot tea while it snows and write until my fingers fall off.

Now I'm off to watch SPN.

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Also, I friends-locked the post I first put this button in because ... well, hell, I can't even remember why right now (probably because I'm not even close to being in the financial position of being able to say no), BUT. Since there were a couple of people who offered to toss a few bucks my way for my teeth (and thank you SO MUCH for offering -- I had a fun nightmare today where all my teeth just randomly started crumbling, which ... funcakes) ...

Obama talks about the puppy.

A shelter dog? I think that would be awesome if they can manage to find one Malia's not allergic to.

(You have no idea how giddy this puppy makes me. You'd think *I* was getting the puppy. I have a new president I love, but OMG PUPPY! \O/)