Things have been crazy lately. I've been working nights again. I think I worked 63 hours last week, and 50 something the week before. I'm looking forward to next sunday, its my day off. I'm crazy, but I'm saving up for my vacation. I'm going to Hawaii for two weeks with my boyfriend in July. I'm so excited. I hope its worth turning myself into a workaholic wreck to do it. I'm totally antisocial, since my social life has to fit between jobs. The chaos will end sometime. I just have to stop agreeing to cover people's shifts all the time. 