No rest in sight

Today is day 13 with no day off and I still have another week. I don't even feel like myself. I've gone from shooting pains in my legs and back to a strange sensation of floating. My eyes have become glassy and I frequently say inappropriate things. Like "who smells like ass?" and "hey lady need a mint?'' Then there's the laughing for no apparent reason sometimes followed by hysterical tears. WHY ME? WHYYYYYYYY? All things considered I'm handling the extra pressure pretty well. I did have fun riding around in my new hummer with Scott Sunday night. I had a huge cash deposit to make in the night drop and Scott was willing to be my lookout. We drove around Sobe like a couple a gangsta thugs. From a stanky sports bar in North Beach to The Big Pink south of fifth. Holla!! They new what we was about, Damn!