You know the type I am talking about. It is the type of week in which every day seems to last 36 hours, and somehow you still have more work to do at the end of the day than when it began.
When you finally try to go to bed, every time you are just about to fall asleep, something (or someone) wakes you up. This way you are never able to sleep more than 20 minutes at a time.
When you are out driving around, you actually began to think you are like Bruce Willis's character in the Sixth Sense because everybody is cutting you off and merging into your lane while you are still in it.
It is one of those weeks that you shutter every time the phone rings because you are sure that is something else to compound your woes.
It is one of those week in which many people would heading straight to a bar Friday night for a drink.
I am having one of those weeks. I know it is only Wednesday, but truthfully, I was having one of those weeks by Tuesday. I, of course, cannot head to the bar Friday Night for a drink.
That doesn't mean that I can't have a drink though. So on my way home, I swung by the local 7-11 and picked up a Extra Large Slurpee (Crazy, I know). And I must say, it helped.
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