And so begins June
It’s officially summer here.
And thanks to the challenge of National Blog Posting Month, I will be posting everyday (yes, you read that correctly) this month. 
So be sure to check in everyday (yes, everyday!) and read the latest musings from my addled mind. Who knows, maybe something wonderful and amazing will appear.
I could’ve slept all day today. I settled at sleeping until 11:30. I would hate myself if I spent my one true day off in bed. I believe this to be a result of waitressing, in all honesty. It’s as if, somehow, waiting tables and being on your feet for eight hours (yes, you read that correctly – I was working last night until almost midnight) completely destroys any sense of wanting to live, wanting to do. I used to wake up on a day off, and spend the majority of it in pajamas, watching television. I admit, I still spend many hours in my pajamas, but the television-watching has been reduced to a bare minimum. And I am thankful for that.
Conclusion: Working at a restaurant any more than two nights a week is self-destruction.
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