I'm going home. It is 8 PM on a Friday night. I have worked 12 hours. I have worked 12 hours or more the last four nights. We didn't even order food tonight, so I am hungry, grumpy and feeling put out. I am tired and my brain is full. My eyes hurt and I haven't had art time since last weekend. They want me to come in tomorrow, but I have not committed.
Again I say, screw it. I am going to leave a note on my chair that says 'Call at your own risk. Calls before 11 AM will result in bodily harm.'
I don't think I've been home before 10 all week. I have borrowed Firefly DVDs and a sketchbook that I'm going to go reacquaint myself with, if I'm not too tired. I was too tired last night.