sleep, or the lack thereof

So last night the "Biggest Drinking Night of the Year," or "Drunksgiving" I helped out at the bar down the street from me. Never have I been more tired. I didn't leave there until 6am. The place was such a mess that it took us an hour or so to clean, and then we had to have at least two hours of chill time. I haven't worked that hard in a long time. I was part bartender, part bouncer, part busser, and whatever the hell else needed to be done. And now I'm sitting at work, just waiting to get the hell out of here, so I can sleep. On the bright side, I made a about $100, and got a couple free drinks, so it all worked out. It was a lot of fun, just very tiring. Plus I got to be the asshole for the night. I don't get to do that very often. I was loving the fact that I could be a complete jerk, and have people pissed at me. I just wish I wouldn't have lost my voice yelling so much. I'm starting to fall asleep while I type this, so I'm going to nap, and I'll give my dear readers a couple stories from the night in a bit.