Carry ON

You know your burnt out when:

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  You’re on stage and you are taking your panties off and thinking to yourself “I don’t even know this dude’s name and I’m showing him my goodies”
  
• You take one too many body shots from your favorite waitress and throw up in a trash can the dressing room – A LOT.
  
• You pass out IN YOUR CARRY ON SUITCASE for three hours - get up and work the rest of the night.

Yep, my mini vacation has begun and not soon enough! I’ve got a lump on my head and a few bruises where they normally shouldn’t be. Wow, I totally wasted a good money making night. Fuck that! The above explains my Saturday night, not really much else to say but that Kitty brought me home.

Today I feel like hell, my body aches more than normal I think that is because I was shivering while sleeping in my suitcase. I must say that this is the only time I’ve ever drank so much I couldn’t work and it will never happen again. I’m very glad for all the people that pulled together to cover for me while I was taking a little break in my carry on luggage.

Even though I still have a hangover I’ve got a good feeling deep inside. Like a breath of fresh air. I know what it is and maybe my little vacation won’t be so mentally taxing as anticipated… or not. I’ll take the good with the bad though. I need the break from the club so therefore I must slow down to rest. I’m still scared to stop because all that stuff I’ve been running from is still trailing behind me and it’s going to crash right into me like a 60 car pile up on an icy interstate at rush hour. Wow that last sentence sounds so dramatic!

Well that’s it for now. Monday is still Monday and it is the suckiest day of the week. Enjoy.