It's important to not beat yourself up when you're being beat up pretty badly by other stuff. I've had a really rough 3 weeks of work - minimal laughing (if any at all), LOTS of working after hours, lots of being pissed off at everyone and everything, lots of disappointment, lots of lies, lots of irresponsibility (on the parts of others), lots of yelling, screaming, cursing, and swearing that I'll never work with people again. So, I come home exhausted because I've been stressed all day. This isn't the kind of stress that makes you want to have a stiff drink and complaining session - it's the kind of stress that makes you want to go to bed, but you keep your eyes open as long as you can to delay the quick approach of the following day. I went to bed last night at 7:45pm, okay? I slept straight through to 6am. That's a new kind of stress. All your energy in your life is in your work, and you don't even come home feeling good about it. You feel like shit.

I have decided one thing though. If money were no object in my life - I'd work with doggies. Walking them, most likely. Or just dog sitting. I'm Nate Fischer - season 3, I think.

So, as I started to beat myself up over the fact that I should have gone to the gym today, I decided to stop. Yes, it would have been good to go to the gym. Yes, after a good workout, I feel great about myself. Yes, my coworker actually asked me if I've been working out because she said she could see a difference in my torso. Still, I was tired, I was happy it was Friday, and I just want to spend the weekend relaxing completely. I'm talking maybe some sun, I'm talking glasses of wine. I just want to unwind. I'd just about kill for an amazing massage. There are bad massages out there, but those delicious ones - you'd sever an arm for them. So relaxing.

Anyway, I have an entire bag filled with clothes that reek of campfire. I almost don't want to watch them because nothing beats a good campfire. I went camping last weekend with an amazing group of people, and with the exception of my getting a little too drunk at the 7000ft altitude and getting a little too competitive over a dice game and causing a little bit of scene by being a little bit of bitch, it was a flawless trip. Fresh air, beautiful views, good hikes, a billion stars, and great company. It's the best thing in the world. Of course, 2 days of it is all I can handle before the heat and the bugs get to me. Waking up in the morning by the common ache of my morning poo, and having to run down a mountain side to dump against the side of a rock with biodegradable toilet paper clutched in my fist - that's not my favorite thing it the world. Yes, I could have used a nice toilet. Other than that? Good times, people. Good times. Just wish I didn't get so damn carsick on the ride up the mountain.

Well, all. I'm gonna go shave my legs and wash my hair. Lates.