Workaholic

You know you are an early childhood education major when: You accidently refer to your fellow co worker as Ernie. Sorry Burt!

You know it is time to start biking in the street at night when: You come within inches of hitting a metal rod hanging out the back of someone's truck.

You know you work too much when: You have your own loaf of bread, and jars of pb&j in your break room.

You know your muscle relaxers work when: You accidently take them in the morning.

You know you are in need of rest when: You consitently wake up to a dark room and don't recall turning off the television.

You know that you have been spoiled with hot humid weather when: You are wearing ear muffs and mittens in July.

You know it's been a shitty summer when: You feel something drip on you and you hope it's just bird shit.

You know its not really bird shit when: You have been shit on before.

You know you have awesome quotes when: Your cousin makes a shit my cousin Val says twitter page.

You know you need to get a twitter account when: You will soon become famous.

You know you have eaten too many prunes when: Your fingers have an organge glow to them.

You know that you are a true tourist when: After talking to you for a few minutes, I develop your accent temporarily.

I tried to turn this blog into a large amount of tweets as practice for my cousin's future success in shitcuzvalsays. I think the only thing I don't know how to do is place hash tags in their deserving spots.