On Getting My Stuff Together

I’m tired. Something sarcastic…The Happening’s bad…meh. More specifically, I’m tired of working 55 hour weeks in the hospital, knowing that I have a ton of other stuff to do, and having no energy to do all of it. ��When I get home between 6 and 7 at night on weekdays, I just want to screw … Continue reading On Getting My Stuff Together