Work has been rockin' and rollin' all week long. I'm comfy there now. It's odd, some of the senses of humor there, but in a great way. Scotty and I went out last night for happy hour and I got shit-faced. Not sloppy, but when my mom came to pick me up I struggled to keep my eyes open for the drive home. Then it was straight to my bedroom and straight to sleep, clothes and shoes still on. But I woke up early and I'm not hungover so that's a plus.

Now it's time to tackle the boxes and the excess crap of my mom's in my bedroom. I should feel at home by the end of the day. I hope. I have to work tomorrow morning and then it's out for mexican after with Scotty and maybe Shaun and Hillary, too. We'll see if they're up for it.

Things are slowly feeling better and better. And I'm sloughing off this insecure complex I've had going on for the past month. I know it's understandable considering, but damn, I'm tired of being that girl already. I say let the good times roll. Attitude is everything, right?

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