I’m not one to exaggerate; I would never exaggerate, not in a million, zillion years. That being said, I want to make clear how crazy busy this week was for me. I work in sales, and so tax time is a very long, albeit lucrative season for me. I picked up an extra day of work this week, stayed late each one of those days, and had Fruitty Pebbles for dinner 3 nights this week. (That’s not necessarily a sign of me being busy, I’m just kind of bragging. What did your wives make you eat?) I find tax time be a crazy, weird time. I understand and appreciate getting the money back, but I fail to understand the need and desire most people have to burn through that money in the quickest way possible. But, for people who work in sales and retail like I do, it’s a huge part of our work year. This past week, I worked close to 50 hours, racking up several thousands of dollars in sales. My commission check next week will be about $200. Actually, I should clarify. My commission check next week will be about $200 larger than any check I’ve gotten since June or July of last year. It was an exhausting week, and when it was finally over, I found myself with very little left to sell and very little energy left in my body. Work related issues weren’t the only things causing me stress. Early on in the week, my iPad starting acting up. I took it to Best Buy to show them the problem, and since I was still well within my warranty and the protection plan, they said they could fix it no problem. I asked if I might get it back that same night, and the guy said probably so, it just depends on what the problem was, and no sooner had those words left his mouth, than did the iPad slide off the counter he was examining it on, crashing to the floor and shattering the screen. “So probably not tonight then?” Point being, it’s been a long week. Saturday night, I found myself sitting alone on my couch. I was suited down; wearing bright red socks, an oversized T-Shirt from several years ago, and long johns. My feet were singing a hauntingly beautiful chorus of jubilation, thrilled to death to be out of dress shoes and no longer having to support any weight. It was my first true moment of relaxation in a little over a week. I was intent to enjoy it. The All Star Saturday Night festivities were entertaining, in parts, although, if I’m honest, I enjoyed tweeting about it more than I did watching it. My favorite part of the night though, was when 10:30 rolled around and the latest edition of Saturday Night Live came on NBC.