Six, Six, Sick

I have today and tomorrow off. It's like a real, live weekend. Except without it actually being at the end of the week. Parts of me appreciate being made to work 5 days in a row as though I have a real job, and the other part hates having to get up at 8AM five days in a row and wishes that I could break up the monotony. I think having two days off in a row is better.
To celebrate my day off, I went to the bank and withdrew $50 and bought a pack of those Crest Whitestrips things, 'cause living here in LA has given me an inferiority complex about my teeth, which was unexpected. I expected to be made to feel fat because I'm 5'4" and weigh more than 95 pounds, so I came prepared for that. Really though, what's a little starvation/teeth bleaching if it means I can fit in? STOP IT PRIYA THAT'S CRAZY TALK!

Kyle has the day off tomorrow too! I'm very excited. We might get to do something fun, but probably not, because we have to cram all of our "get stuff accomplished" time into one day. I hate our schedules. I work during the day (10-5 usually), and he works at night (3-11) and we very rarely get days off together, so dinners and drinks after work and all that cutesey young-couples stuff is usually not all that possible.

Oh, shit, I only have 4 minutes left on my card and I have to do some printing, so...I'm going to have to cut this short. But I'll be back! <3!