I know this isn’t a real life problem for normal people but for people like me who feel more like an 86 year old than an almost 25 year old it’s pretty serious. Tonight I am waitressing for the first time on a weekend. Which means I am expected to be up and serving until around 4 a.m. My brain gets tired around midnight. These first few hardcore shifts are going to be the death of me, I know. I hope my tables don’t mind me yawning my face off.

  11:18 am  |   February 8 2013   |  7 notes