In 16 days Jim and I are headed to a little studio apartment/room in Palm Springs, that is part of a luxury Bed and Breakfast, with vintage movies screened outdoors by the pool nightly and I can’t wait to lounge by the pool, drink all the drinks, eat my way through Palm Springs and watch the likes of Gregory Peck and Audrey Hepburn at night. I also hope to make friends with the cat that has adopted the B&B grounds and staff, named BADNESS.
LIFE IS OK/IS IT MY HONEYMOON YET?
me: getting out of bed is the worse thing ever invented
Jim: yeah, its pretty bad
I worked 11 hours yesterday and will work 11 or 12 hours today and oh my word, how do people do this EVERY DAY OF THEIR LIVES. Sure, the wedding stuff I’m doing all night when I get home is adding to the tiredness, but everyone’s got something to do after work: tend to babies, clean, cook, live, etc. I cannot comprehend how the people who do this daily manage.
Bowing down to every soul who works more 50 hours a week because that is my threshold and after that my eyes start to burn. You deserve gold medals and a parade in your honor.
Raise the minimum wage! Provide healthcare! Regulate the entertainment and other industries insane hours! Power to the people!
*falls asleep standing up*