That's how my brain feels right now. I know I have stories to tell; I've worked the last three nights. But damned if I can remember any of them, really. It's just been a crummy week. I got my first tattoo, which is awesome, but I had two exams this week which was less so. I've been feeling sick and exhausted no matter what I do. Oh, and the family dog wandered off in to the woods last week and never came home, which I found out about this week and then had to lie to my mom about.
So basically, I'm exhausted, nauseous, depressed, and really would just like to hide in my house for a few days. Five hours until I get to go to work and smile all fucking night!