The past couple of days I have not done a damn thing, and it is driving me crazy...

I've been working 100 hour weeks and I can feel it really starting to get to me. I've been told that I, "look horrible" and have been asked if I'm "having problems in my personal life."

I don't know what personal life they are referring to. It is pretty much just work, sleep, and other things if I have time, which I normally don't.

We finished finished all the installation stuff for work, and now it is just down to wrapping up some loose ends. Since I have faith in my managers, I decided I am going to take it easy for a while.

Yesterday I woke up around 10. I had 9 hours of sleep! I don't know when the last time I had more than 5 hours of sleep was. Yes, the medicine probably played a role in that but 9 hours is 9 hours...

Today I woke up around 7:30. I took the garbage out, watched the Today Show (which is awful without Katie Couric), went to get groceries, and cleaned a little because my brother is coming to spend a few weeks with me.

Talk about an eventful week! I don't know how much more excitement I can handle...

Your Personality Is Like Alcohol

You're the life of the party, a total flirt, and probably a pretty big jokester. Sometimes your behavior gets you in trouble, but you still remain socially acceptable. You're a pretty bad driver, and you're dancing could also use a little work!

I was walking down the street today on my way to get lunch, because I was in a rush this morning and didn't have time to pack one, and I saw a sign that said "FREE COOKIES!"

I was all over that. I was thinking hell, they are cookies, they are free, and I don't have to bother getting lunch. Sign me up.

I went over, and took my place in one of the pseudo-lines they had. I could hear people grumbling as they got their bag of free cookies, but didn't really think anything of it.

Finally, I got to the front of the line and I was all happy because I was getting free cookies. Some giddy little high school girl hands me the bag and says "thank you for making the right choice."

I say "No, thank you" and walk away. As I'm walking back, I reach inside the bag and realize that there are not any cookies. Instead of giving me free cookies like they said they would, they gave me a note, which pretty much just called me a fat ass for wanting free cookies, a pamphlet for healthy alternatives, and they included a pedometer so I can count my steps.

What blatant false advertising. I wouldn't care if they even gave me a mini-cookie, but they gave me crap for wanting cookies. Whoever came up with that campaign should be fired.

I'm going to call this the Danda-bear (because it is obviously a Dog and Panda combined).

I've got to find me one of these, and teach it to run up and jump on people, on command. People would be like "It happened so fast, the panda came out of nowhere" then I will walk by with my Danda-bear and the person will be like "That's it! That's the panda that attacked me!"

The cop taking the report will think that they are crazy, and hit them across the face with a baton, then throw them in a mental hospital. Then the Danda-bear and I will walk by the hospital everyday, so the person can see us from the window of their padded room, and yell to the staff, "That's the panda! That's the pandaaaaaa" as they wrestle the person down and give them a sedative.

I think I might pitch it to CBS as a reality show...

Alright, I'll admit it...I was scared. It doesn't happen often, but it sure did mess with my head.

I was eating the sandwich from hell tonight. I should have known that it wasn't going to go over too well when the place screwed up making it. I was already home when I opened it up and realized it was wrong, but thats not the point.

I was on the phone getting an earful from a client and eating the sandwich at the same time, and I started to choke. I've had food stuck in my throat before, but never to the point where I could completely not breathe.

I dropped the phone and was trying to figure out what to do. The first thing I did was the two hands on the neck, choking sign. That just made me feel stupid, because nobody was around but the dog, and he thought I was playing with him. Next I tried do drink something. I figured it could help clear my throat, but no. If anything it only made it worse.

The next bright idea actually worked, but really hurt. Well it still really hurts. I punched myself in the stomach, multiple times because it didn't work the first time. Just picture King Kong pounding on his chest, but replace King Kong with me and replace chest with stomach. Oh, and replace his triumph with my panicking and chaos.

Now for the good and bad news. I guess that the good news is that I'm still breathing. The bad news is that my stomach is bruised and it hurts every time I take a breath. Oh, and to top it off I dropped my sandwich.