fatigue hasn't quite set in yet, but it's about to.

let me specify that. i'm about to be mentally fatigued.

perhaps its the stress of the onslaught of things to come in the course of the week that's making me feel so. or is it just my mind playing tricks on me? and that there really isn't that much to do? man...once next tuesday's over, i seriously need a break.

my working hours are a blur. it seems like i'm constantly at work... i know i know...when you love what you do, you don't feel like you're working. but when you spend a huge part of your afternoon (which is your supposed rest time) trying to clear up work so that you can get to bed earlier (which is a freakin' illusion anyways), you gotta wonder: what am i doing?

weeknights never end before 1am, so i reckon i get, at best, five plus hours of sleep...which isn't such a bad deal. but on days when you've got so much on your mind, and there's only so many things you can do in the hours you are awake, sleep is something you yearn...and five hourse just doesn't seem to be enough.

the weekends aren't any different really.

geez...i'm fucking whiney.

my head's about to explode, and thank god the analyst has just sent me his majorly long-winded issue for tomorrow.

i know this is just the beginning...but man, i feel like i'm on the verge of...no no...i don't believe in that.

work beckons. and i'm a good journalist.

bite me.

and ernie, i don't mean you...