Again, not much going on in Andiland today. Or the last few weeks. I worked all through New Year's - 10-16 hours days for about 20 days straight, so it was nice to have a day off over the weekend. By the end of that run, I was so burned out I could hardly feel my face anymore.
Other than that, I've got nothing. My bum is not magically smaller, I'm not magically prettier and work sure the heck isn't easier, but I'm not dead yet. So that's good.
It's the little things, right?
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