Last week was the week of hell.
I had to give a presentation in my class on Monday and then I worked all 7 days for a total of 60 hours. I’ve worked every weekend for the past 6 or 7 weeks. Plus everybody’s temper is short so I’ve been yelled at a few times lately. Seems like I can’t do anything right, although I think that’s more that everybody is stressed out. The deadline was last Friday and I’m still not done with everything. It has really been brutal. I could go into more details, but frankly I’m too tired. Also, Sara’s family is coming for Thanksgiving, which is great, but we have a lot of cleaning to do before then.
And now, the ages old debate, do I stay up late to watch the Packer’s game even though I have to get up early and it might just kill me?