Sleep is for the weak!

So, it's one thirty in the morning. I'm bored, I'm tired, and no one but me is online. But is my crazy ass in bed? Oh, no. That wouldn't be the Rachael you all know and love (or, you know, hate and tolerate, whichever).

Work was okay today. I got asked to cover a shift on Thursday too, which is great, because I'm fuckin' ghetto broke. But, still, I only work sixteen hours next week. Sigh. I need more hours! I'm so stressed about money right now. It sucks. It doesn't help that, being my GAD self, when I have something to worry about, I WORRY. Like, if stressing out were an olympic sport, I'd be on the cover of Wheaties boxes right now.

Ugh! Okay, I need to just stop thinking about it right now, since all I'm doing is stressing, and not being productive at all. My Mom's birthday is coming up though, and I totally don't have the money to get her anything. Maybe my Grandma will be willing to help me out. Speaking of my Mom, I was thinking today, and I realized that fall's coming, and it's been seven months since she last went nutso. She always gets all manic in the fall, and the last few years, there seems to be a bit of a six-month span between episodes of total drama. I wonder if shit will go down again soon, or if maybe things will stay normal for a while. As normal as they ever get, anyway. But as long as I don't have to deal with any ERs, psych wards, or police officers, then hey. Normal is all right. Well, mostly. Not really, but whatever.