interrupted me

I'm dropping from 40 hours a week (which really means 45) at the nursing home to 32, which means I'll have an extra day off every week. Why does she only write about work? You ask. Well, because those are the only thoughts I have anymore. I hear call lights in my sleep (they make a little dinging sound, like the seat belt light on a plane) and my dreams swirl around and around the residents there until I think I might actually be one of them. I'm definitely tired enough to be losing my grip on reality.

Yesterday I got home with enough time to take a little nap or get a head start on baking for the weekend, so of course I decided to look up old motorcycles on ebay. I like this one, and it's only three hours from here. But I'm going to wait a while, mainly because I'm still paying off my car. And I would actually rather have more of a road bike than a dirt bike, but let's not get into details.

That's all. I'll write more interesting things when I'm working less and am myself again enough to remember how to be interesting. This will happen on August 20 when the new schedule starts (yay!).