Today is the first of seven in a row with no work. The 8th day will be my first day off of orientation.

Was supposed to get up and go to a staff meeting at 07:30. Managed to drag myself out the door at 07:15. That puts me at my place of employment somewhere between 07:45 and 08:00.

My solution to running late was to drive around the corner to Starbucks, grab a couple of lattes, and come back home. The caffeine has just barely taken the edge off of my fatigue.

Working three twelve hour days (when you figure in drive time and the extra half hour plus that I end up being at work it really is more like a 14 hour day) is hard on my body.

I despise my job right now and seven days away is going to make it hard to go back.

At the same time I still don't have any friends and by the end of seven days will probably be ready to go back just for the human contact.

I feel very lonely and sorry for myself. You may have noticed.

There's a chill in the air and a down comforter on the bed.

I'll be the big lump under the blankets right in the middle, but there should be a little space on either side if you want to crawl in.