Work Is My Husband

I forgot what it is like to have to work and be a responsible adult for so long that now that I have to do it again, I cant seem to find time for anything else. Especially blogging :(
Things have been absolutely crazy. I feel like all I do is work, or be sick. My immune system hates me. I guess it could be called payback. For the 5 months that I didn't have to work, I played whenever, where ever and it started to catch up with me. Reminds me of when I first moved out on my own, I played so hard, that when the sickness kicked in there was no fixing it. Here we go again.
The biggest bummer about being so stinking busy or just having my time filled sick in bed, is that I hardly get to see the people I love! So sad!! I am pushing a MONTH on seeing two of my very best friends. It seriously kills me. Kind of reminds me of how some people describe marriage.. as soon as you are married, you don't have time for so many of your friends because you want to spend time with your man... So I have decided, until I re-get a life, work is my husband.