Memorial Day. The day we remember. Except when we forget. I've finally realized that I'm an adult and I'll tell you how I came to that conclusion. This past weekend was spent driving to another state to spend time with another persons family. Next weekend will be the same, except the state is further and the family is my own. The weekend after I will play host to a person I barely know (not a stranger mind you, just someone I'm not too familiar with). Following that, its back to the first state to visit the other family again.
I have not had a decent nights sleep in at least a week and that's not likely to change. I have not had nor will get any breaks or time to myself. Oh yeah and I am also playing nurse to a sick sexy lady. That part's not so bad except I look weird in the nurses outfit. I just don't have the thighs for it.
So enough complaining, there has to be some good stuff right? Right? Anyone? Dang.
By the way, my house is ridiculously hot and I don't know why. I'm currently auditioning hot island girls to stand near me and fan me with giant palm fronds. It doesn't pay much, nor are there any benefits to speak of. The only real benefits are that you get to see me lounging in my underwear with a half-melted Klondike bar dripping onto my bare chest. If that doesn't turn you on, check your pulse cause you might be dead.
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