Sleepy

It's been a long day. I don't know why I'm not curled up in bed with a pile of comics and bad reality tv right now. I got up extra early this morning. I wanted to be in to work by 6:30. I normally start at 8:30, but I had stuff piled up on my desk I wanted to get done. Plus, Thursdays are the beginning of our work week and if I'm going to get in any overtime, I like to try to get as much of it in on Thursday as possible. Just a pattern I have developed over the years. I wasn't going to be able to stay late tonight because I told a co-worker I'd help her move tonight. Turns out that I could have stayed late tonight. She ended up not needing me. I know this probably sounds terrible, but I was relieved. As much as it's the right thing to do, I really didn't want to do it. I'm a selfish fuck, but I know I am. I don't know if that makes it right or not (I'm sure it doesn't), but she knows I'm a selfish fuck, too. So I stayed just a little while later and then headed home. And writing this just makes me remember that I was supposed to go do something for her at work before I left and it totally slipped my mind. Dammit. Tomorrow's another day.