is it time to die yet?

ugh. I think I'm going to die, now.

I have to work tomorrow. Friday. So, I'll be working a 7-day week. Remember: money.

I also have a report due on Tuesday, PLUS, the fricking Executive Summary.

Cross your fingers I'll be able to bullshit it while asleep over the weekend. Must take book to work tomorrow.

I hate deadlines.

Ana

It's all right, it's okay, welcome to this life...

And you are. Welcome to it, that is.

I sometimes wonder if I ever get enough sleep. And then I yawn while driving and know I never will.

So. I get to go to work tonight. And then come home and crash. And go to work tomorrow. And come home and crash. And work on Sunday... And... You get the idea.

If anyone knows someone looking for a part time job, I know just the place.

I was going to have lots of insightful, thought-provoking stuff to say today. Unfortunately, I'm too tired to remember any of it.

God, I wanna go back to bed.

okay. enough rambling.