Work, eat, clean, drive, sleep, drive, work, eat, drive, sleep, drive, work, eat, drive, sleep...

That's roughly how my week has panned out. Too tired to do much beyond that. I get home at night and fall into bed only to drag my ass back onto the 405 by 6:45 each morning. This is my last day in this wretched office, and I'm being good and lazy to compensate. I know that there's stuff for me to do, but I just don't seem to care. Somehow when one runs on caffeine only the body is engaged, not so much with the mind.

The one thing that keeps me from feeling bad about the fact that I'm spending my after work hours socializing rather than with Aunt Mary is the thought that I will the entirety of next week within two feet of her. As a result, I think she's fine with my gallivanting. She's ordered me to sleep in for the rest of the week. I don't think I'll have too much trouble complying.