What Day Is It?

Holy fuck, I'm still alive, barely.
Twelve and thirteen hour days all last week and just for fun, on Friday, I worked from six A.M. to seven P.M., went to the portable domicile and ate something, laid down and finally fell asleep about nine thirty.
Got woke up at Midnight, was on the jobsite at Twelve thirty and worked straight through until I finally couldn't go anymore at eight fucking thirty Saturday night.
I drove over six hundred miles  last week to boot.
My crazy assed little brother worked thirty four hours straight finishing the job.
I couldn't do it.
Fuuuuuck me, am I tired and sore.
Now I get to drive for three and a half hours today so I can go whine and snivel in the arms of my sweetie.

Now ya know why it has been so quiet around here.
I get off work, have a few shots, eat something and fall the fuck down, rinse and repeat.

It might be a day or so before I start feeling human again so keep stopping by, I'm sure there will be something or other that I need to pound the keyboard about.