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I was working two jobs since October 2008. I…was…exhausted. I would rather go home, enjoy a glass of wine, and sleep than go out with friends, or even a date.  I mean, I’m somewhat optimistic about dating. So beginning January 27, 2010, I went 2 months with one job.  I was freaking out.  I had the time but not enough money to do some of the things I wanted to do.  But then the gods smiled on me and granted me a job at a lovely clothing company, allowing me a major discount on most frocks you would find in magazines.  The only catch? It’s at night, setting up the displays. Ooooh.  I ended up working for 20 hours between both jobs…in one day.  I was beyond tired, I was hallucinating and having conversations with myself.  I was off for the next 3 days from both jobs, and after that time off, I was happy.  What is wrong with me?