Basically...

I want to die right now.  I am at work, on a Saturday.  A Saturday.  This sucks.  I woke up at like 4:45 this morning.  This also sucks.  I had to leave the yard sale we are doing, to come to work.  I really like the people I am doing the yard sale with, but I really dislike yard sales.  Did I mention that we had a huge, humongous, yard sale last Saturday too?  I am ALL yard saled out.  Yard sales suck.  I hope we make enough money to be worth doing a yard sale.  The part I hate most about doing yard sales is setting up the signs.  Signs suck.  My neck and back hurt.  I work for a chiropractor and we get free massages every month.  I haven't gotten mine in a while because I am basically giving them to Jeff, so he can come in and get a massage.  I'm really nice.  I don't suck.  But working for a chiropractor and having your neck and back hurt does suck.  I haven't really eaten anything since lunch yesterday.  I had leftover spaghetti.  It was pretty good.  But I had some M&M pretzel bits last night.  Like 5 of them.  Then I went to sleep.  This morning I ate one croissant.  It was buttery.  Still, I haven't eaten very much in the last little while.  Funny thing is, I am not hungry at all.  Actually, the thought of food is kind of making me sick.  I am going to stop thinking about food right now.  I don't understand why our office is open on Saturdays.  I have had two patients come in so far.  And then I only have two other patients scheduled, and it looks like they are going to be big, fat no-shows.  What's the point of even wasting the gas to get down here to the office?  Working on Saturdays sucks.