Amazingly, my alarm started working again today. Luckily, it was only set at 8:30 am. Typical, the night I get to bed after 3 am, it’d start working. I was thinking between all my jobs, I’m probably going to have over 70 hours racked up this week. My poor body is dying. Living off baked potatoes is leaving me pretty shaky. Yesterday, I stepped up on a chair too fast or something and slid. Still not sure how I caught myself. I’ve got a bruise covering my entire knee with secondary bruising on the sides. I took a chunk off the top of my big toe on Monday on the same leg. It’s also the same leg where I have my big scar from when I was little. I was running in the dark and encountered a tomato cage.

I really need some sleep, and a full meal wouldn’t be bad either.

I had a decent design going for my freelance but she didn’t like that I broke up her paragraphs. Now there’s this massive block of solid text. I lost all my lovely space. My design is suffocating. They posted the full-time job for me to apply for. I’m really not sure if I want it…hell, it’s clear I don’t have time for a full-time job. eh, back to work…my poor neglected dog.