Yesterday was the most draining day of work I’ve ever experienced. Who would think that simply pushing my schedule up an hour would screw me up so much? I went in at 11am and left at 7pm, and was just exhausted the entire night. Thankfully I’m not doing all closing shifts anymore because L is back, otherwise I’d be even worse. Fortunately, Eddie rocks my socks and has dinner ready for me when I get home on late nights, and last night we had my completely favorite ghetto meal of ground beef, gravy, and rice. We ate it at the coffee table and watched Survivor and the rest of the Thursday night shows.

Every now and then I have a momentary lapse in reason when I completely forget that Nanny is gone. Eddie bought Knocked Up yesterday and said we were bringing it to Mom’s to watch this weekend, and my first thought was “I don’t think it’s a Nanny-friendly movie.” I still refer to her in present tense. Worse is the thought that I didn’t cry all that much, and I know that if it wasn’t for the Lexapro I’d be a fucking mess, and part of me feels guilty that I’m not.

Tomorrow we’re sleeping late. Then we might do laundry and play some WoW. Sunday we’re working and then going to Mom’s house as usual. It’s supposed to be comfortable weather, which makes me happy. I hate the nasty humidity and heat.

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