Christ on a cracker! (and other non-obscene cussing)

I think I may have worked out why I'm having trouble sleeping. My subconcious realised way before my conscious mind that I have managed between my two jobs to roster myself on nine days in a row... today, the one day I have off from the arts centre in those eight days, I was working at the lotto shop. I tell you what, the lack of sleep is not worth the $47 I made from this shift, which co-incidentally is about the amount it takes to half fill my tank with petrol these days. Reference cat's face above to see what my face looked like when I realised what I had done, and what I will look like when caffeinated up to the gills by the time it comes to Thursday :D