I just recovered from a three day workout at Diane’s Diner. I worked on Sat, Sunday and Monday… “Boo Hoo!” I can hear you now! Well if you think you could do that job the way I do that job, you should come down for a week and I’ll let you try it.
It seem like when ever I go to the Diner for some reason when I’m off work… the dish washer is sitting down out front. Well… Its my own fault. I have no one to blame, but myself, but I’m up going all the time. When I don’t have dishes to wash, I’m mopping the floor or busing tables or dumping the garbage or something. That’s why I get so damned tired.
I go home all worn out and then last monday I had to go to my aerobic excercise class and the wore me out even more.
Today, I go in at 10:00. I’m rested and ready to go, but I have aerobic’s again this evening and I’m gonna get beat up again. …. Oh did I tell you that I plan on living to ninety-plus without medication of any sorts.