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Sleep is a precious thing. And I just don't get enough of it. At least, I get poor-quality sleep...

Still have to see my doctor next Tuesday. I just want to go see him now.

It's going to be hot today, I'm exhausted, and just... meh.

And I would love to take the day off, but Tas is coming in late... and I really don't want to use any time... I dunno. Maybe I'll wake up once I've been at work for a bit. If I wake up, I won't go anywhere. If not, I'm probably leaving early. I still have to go downtown after work, anyway. Not that I want to, because it's going to be nearly ninety degrees today (hottest day so far, if I'm right), and I will suffocate downtown...

This week has flown by. Just let it keep doing that. -_-

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( Work rant )

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You know what? I was inknig something I drew today... but I think I just need sleep. I can't even type anymore, forget inking. It's too early to sleep, but I can't stay up anymore. So good night.

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I'm awake because I'm stupid. Seriously, I'm still dead tired, but I've taken out ice cream (because I imagine it'll be freezer-burnt soon) and I'm watching Studio7, even though it'll be back on Sunday night. I really need more sleep, but screw it... ^^;

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I'd forgotten how awesome this song is. XD Of course, this means I won't be getting back to sleep for a while. I love swing music. And I used to be mesmerized by that video, because I love watching swing dancers. ^_^

So, tomorrow...

I'm going to the IRS first. I'm at least getting part of my day.

If Tas comes in, she may or may not tell me to come back to the state office. If she doesn't, I'll stay at the IRS. No way I'm ruining a Friday when it's not necessary. If she does call me over, then I'll go over after lunch, and at least then it's after lunch. The day will move, it always does.

If she doesn't come in tomorrow, I'm almost certain Joan will call me and say I need to go to the state office. I'll tell her then that since I'm sitting there, I'll do my work first, then report to her. It doesn't make sense for me to go over there and sit there, just to leave before I get any work done. And I'll get there after lunch, which, again, is good because the day will move.

So there. And I'm wearing street clothes tomorrow, regardless of what I do, so BLEH. If Brian sees me and gives Joan a fit, I'll give him a glare that'll make his heart stop.

I just have one question. Why is it always Yulia's cases? What is wrong with her cases? And why does she need to keep so many papers? And why can't they all be 8.5x11, damnit? ;_;