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Saturday at last. I swear I thought this week wasn't going to end. Everyone at work keeps telling me I should just go on maternity leave and not worry about it, but I can't. I've worked too hard to be where I am now and I'm going to work until the last minute because I love my job.

But seriously.. the whole needing to pee every ten minutes thing? Yeah, that? It can stop now.

I posted some flyers up around town, but I thought I'd post here too. Dark Skulls, the band I play bass for, is looking for a new lead singer. We're a death metal band, been together for way too long and have a lot of connections in the area for gigs. If anyone is interested we're holding auditions next weekend at our place. Message me for more details.

Exhausted doesn't even begin to cover how I am feeling right now. At least I have tomorrow off.

( Filtered to Ben Linus )

this really is no one's week, is it. every corner of the internet i look at someone has managed to be injured, sick, or just having a bad time of things. i busted up my hand a little and so am not bothering with the shift key, not that i always do anyway.

but it was totally my own fault i got bit. everyone makes dumb mistakes sometimes! we've got a puissance coming up and so i was trying to be sure that adagio's attitude was well in check. and so of course he did quite the number on my pinky as a result, since i was doing exactly what i teach most people not to do. at least accidental horse bites totally don't phase me anymore, not in the slightest.

according to most of my friends i need to now take a break because of that show in a week, and stop working too hard, and go do something fun. too bad i have no ideas about something that's fun that doesn't ... also involve either working or requires enough energy i can't call it a break.

You know what the *best thing in the world* about Saturday is?

Going in to work completely blasted hung over, that's what. NO, no, really, it IS the best thing, and you aught to try it.

I know what you're going to tell me, you stick-in-mud internet. You're going to say: "Isabela, why on earth are you going into work hung over, and admitting it on your blog for all the world to see?"

And you know what? That's not why they fired me off the cruise ship. I can't tell you why they DID fire me off the cruise ship, because I signed some paperwork or something while they were throwing my shoes off the starboard bow, but ...

Anyway that was ages ago. And my main point is I've never been fired for being hungover at work, and anyway this is my shop and we've got some lovely new baubles in stock by the way.

Blast, where was I?

Oh, right. Crossbones Pawn Shop, people. Come and buy some shiny things from your sexy proprietor who may be hung over but bloody came into work anyway to serve you.

Cheers!

Yesterday was difficult. I had to register the Hummer, and while I was there I tried to schedule a motorcycle test. They refused me! Said I'd had too many warnings and demerits. The woman looked terrified, said I had a reputation.

A reputation, at the DMV? Its like they think what happened at the drive-through was my fault! None of them drove across the desert with 7 irritable marines and grunts.

"Shepard Maneuver" my ass.