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Holy hell, it's June... 

...and Day 2 of my vacation. I work 4 ten hour days ((Monday through Thursday)), and yesterday was my first day off. Monday will be my last. I've got a nice 5 day weekend going. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not doing anything with anyone, except relaxing at home. I'm fucking tired. God help J if he volunteers me to go anywhere and visit anyone. I even faked taking a nap earlier so I didn't have deal with his mom visiting me for an hour. I love her to death, but I just didn't want to be bothered. I was watching my show. 

I started watching Requiem on Netflix yesterday and I'm obsessed with it now. It's only a miniseries (6 episodes), which sucks, BUT it's SOOOO GOOD!! It's creepy. I like creepy. I have no idea what I'm going to watch after I'm finished with it. Maybe I should finish one of the 17 other series I've started within the last year. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. I probably won't. I'll probably start a new one. The thing is, I'll start watching something, get bored, and look for something else. I have commitment issues when it comes to shows. It has to grip me on the first episode. People say my expectations are too high. I say they're absolutely right. 

I'm 10 weeks, 6 days today. Even though I've seen our baby and heard the heartbeat, I'm still in disbelief I think. Shock. I'm going to be a mother. I'm going to influence an innocent human being. Best believe they'll be raised better than 80% of these brats growing up in Libtard America. Count on that. (If you're a Liberal, I hate your kids.) 

I'm going to go back to watching my show.