OMNED. (Ask Bailey What That Means)

Sheesh. It's Friday, my Spring Break has started, and I am officially ecstatic... but too tired to fully show it. I went out with the peeps and has a margarita (or two) to celebrate Julie's last day and hang out, and now I'm home, and it's 6:58, and I think I could wash face/brush teeth and sleep for at least 12 hours. Teaching (or attempting to) is so fuckin' exhausting. Yes, that phrase is totally worthy of the f-bomb. Do I go to bed, or have a snack/glass of wine and stay up til 8 or 9? Omned, I can't believe I just asked myself that question, let alone typed it.