I want to be lazy

I get up every morning, with the intention of doing all kinds of things, and then I jump on this damn laptop and end up sitting here until I am running short on time and HAVE to get up. I don't know why either. Well, today I do know why, but every other day I don't. Today, I'm hurting. It's that time and I'm cramping really bad. Sitting here doesn't help, moving does, but who wants to move when they feel like this? I sure don't. I have to be at work at 230, but I have to go early because the fair is in town and I can't be late due to fair traffic. I'm really craving a McDonald's chicken sandwich with ranch and french fries... so I may go early, get past the traffic, and go to McDonalds. Who knows? I told Welder Guy I'd go to the store today, this morning actually, but I think I'm going to make a quick trip tonight. That'll still put me home before 730, which is still earlier than I've even been getting off of work... so that'll be nice. And today, although most people's Thursday, is my Friday! I'm going to have a beer tonight. Celebrate. I haven't had a lot of work this week, but damn it's sure dragging. I think part of it is the fair. We have EVERYONE coming in our store, and I'm not saying that fair-going people aren't nice, as a whole, but these ones are rude, and a lot of them smell bad. I have nothing against you if you have bad B.O... I mean, it's not your fault, but that doesn't mean I want to smell it. If you really really really need a Venti Extra Caramel with Whip Caramel Frapp, just please spray yourself with some cologne or something before walking in my door. You don't want me puking as I'm making your drink, trust me.