Okay..an update for y'all...

Got my MP3 player...Hoooooweeeee! Super sweet...everytime I use it, I find out more cool stuff about it. Funny tho...the past little bit, I've been so busy with working that I haven't had a chance to go for a walk. Am feeling a bit resentful for Dad going out west, buying a business, and leaving me and mom here with the local yokels. Now if I want to go for a walk, it cuts into my sleep time, so for now, I must forgo the walks, as I'm bitchy enough as it is. Insomnia is a way of life for me (again). Sometimes, it can't be helped..I'll be on Messenger and a friend pops up to instant message me a hello, and we start typing...then lo and behold its 4 am. Other times, I just surf the Net, or play Solitaire...mostly listening to comedians like Dennis Leary and George Carlin. Hilarious, tho some may not like their jokes on religion and stuff. Oh well. I try to get to bed at a decent hour, but it never seems to work out. I toss and turn so much that I'll eventaully sleep and awaken to find I've tied my own self up. Now the insomnia is mainly due to the fact that my legs are so swollen and painful from working on my fett over 12 hours a day, I want to cry. Seriously, the other day, my calves were swollen to twice their normal size...the skin felt too tight. Damn..I suppose I should get it checked out.
Since I'm in a slightly bitchy mood, I'd like to share with ya'll a comment that a customer (male OF COURSE..with grubby hands to boot) telling me I should be able to retire now. I said "HA!!" (I'll admit, a little too sharp to be polite...doubt he'll say something stupid like that again). As if I could retire. Whats he really trying to say here? Is he merely stating the obvious? That I work 10 times harder than him? Well, yes thats true. I do envy those with 9-5 jobs. No such thing as 8 hour shifts in Strangers camp...more like anywheres from 12-18hr days. Seriously. The last day off (if you could call it that, considering the amount of dishwashing and cleaning up afterwards) was my Easter. Before that, last September. In fact, I've noticed with growing alarm that I'm now clocking more hours in the restaurant than my mom day by day. Yes, its good that she can have a rest, and I've been giving her huge breaks from the restaurant every day for the past year and a month. However, no one has really given me a huge break lately, and I'm starting to feel the burn in a bad way. I told mom tonight that my legs hurt, and she replied "You want mine?". Ummm...noooo. The past week my whole body has ached in a bad way. Not much I can do aboutit I guess...Mom wouldn't think of hiring someone to help us from time to time. Hmmm...how could I put this in perspective for all of you who weren't "raised in the kitchen" as I was? Lets see..................I could drop on a dead faint on the floor, and Mom would tell me I need to take the pizza out of the oven. Grim yeah. Hopefully this achewill leave my legs tonight so I can get a decent nights sleep, which is what I intend to do here in a short bit,.....right after a few games of Solitaire..................................