I have ... 2 minutes.
I promised myself I'd be in bed AT ELEVEN. I have to get up and go to work ... Quarter to Seven...IN THE MORNING. Yeah. Insane. That's what I get for cutting my hand at work. He switched my shift, switched my job...and now I'm stuck being a cashier at SEVEN IN THE MORNING...not that very many people actually go to breakfast, but whatever. That's just insanely early.
So yeah, accidentally shoved a lovely piece of glass into my hand, after I broke it...=\ Today was not a good day for me.
Oh, crap, it's eleven...'night.