Tuckered

My best friend Holly is adorable. Lately, she's been describing her exhaustion by saying, "I'm pretty tuckered," and that's how I feel right now.

Work was more tiring than usual and I'm still recovering. To Catch A Predator was awesome, except for the part during which they did not censor enough a photo of a man's downstairs. Oh, my, my... please block it off with a black bar or pixelate it some more! You're scarring me for life. I can't believe that man killed himself.

Tomorrow, I'm training for the last time (I hope--I can't wait to actually start working) at my new job, then studying for the Psychology exam, reading for French, finishing up a roll for Photography, and somewhere inbetween all that I need to clean the house and go to work. It's not the worst thing ever, but it's still exhausting!

I got really giddy with Emily this afternoon when we were talking about the future. I showed her the house I like in Georgia and I think she liked it, too!

Oh, man, so tired...