Monday Flow

This whole weekend has been ridiculous. I worked saturday 6-1. I hung out with Bob until Kevin got there at 8. My boss was stressed out so he was being a little mean to Kevin. Kevin got kinda pissed off, so I spent the last couple hours of my shift making him smile. I'm starting to have feelings for Kevin. Not like romantic feelings, but more like brother/sister feelings. We always joke around at work and have pointless banter. It makes the work day fun. Matt came at 10 and he and I once again had some back and forth innuendos. In general, work wasn't horrible. I was just exhausted. I went home dreading what was coming next. The 10pg paper that is due on Monday. Whoohoo. I go home, watch tv, and put off the paper for a few hours. I started doing it, got about 2 1/2pgs then stopped for the night.
Sunday I slept in till noon then began the paper again. I spent my day reading numerous case studies and meticulously citing my sources, and my source's sources. My mom took me out shopping midday. I only agreed to go because I was sick of reading studies and typing away on the computer. She got a new handbag, and I got a small case for my makeup. We headed home, and I promptly got back to work. Dinner was soon, and I ate/drank for the first time in about 24hrs. I know it isn't healthy, but I just didn't have time to eat or get a drink. The food was good, and I headed back to work. Around 12hrs of work, for 3 1/2pgs. Yea. I worked into the night/early morning to finally get it done. I think it was around 3am when I got to bed, but I'm not sure.
I woke up this morning and realized my dad was home. Awesome. I figured I could sleep in another half hour, then get a ride to the train station. When I awoke, my dad was gone. He had work after all, he just stayed home for an extra hour or so to shovel some snow that had fallen last night. I panicked and began to beautify myself. I skipped my lips, foundation, and blush. I did my eye makeup, that's good enough right? Right. I then spent the next 20mins trying to hole punch dozens of papers to get them into a binder (as required by my professor). I also had to print this thing called an originality report for my paper. It measures if you've plagiarized anything, and how original your paper is. I submitted him last night, and my report still wasn't ready. I went ahead without it, and hoped that she would accept it with no originality report. Cross your fingers. I ran to the bus, and saw a little (what looked to be) stray dog. It was maybe a foot long, and low to the ground. It looked like maybe a beagle and something else small. I bent down to say hi, but it started yipping at me. A lady across the street tried calling to it, and it assumed it was hers. In the end, I don't know. I had to get to school. I waited a while for the bus, and was silently cursing to myself. I thought today would be a good day. My paper would be done, I get to watch Walking Dead and the season finale of Breaking Bad when I get home. I'm hanging out with some of the sorority sisters, and then I have a photography club meeting. I can stay up late tonight and enjoy myself. However, my Monday sucks so far. I'll let you know how it progresses and if it improves.
In reference to the above, my Monday didn't really get much better. I keep forgetting to post these. I sometimes like to write them while I'm on the train to occupy myself, but then I forget to publish them when I return above ground. My memory is such shit. I'll post this, then work on Tuesdays. I'm truely sorry for the weirdness.