No more 13 hour work days.
2003 September 13
I can’t take it. My temper is so short right now, and I’m restless while fatigued. Hate that feeling. Some friends are going bar-hopping in the neighborhood, and as much as I’d love to join them, I can’t think of anything I would rather NOT do at the moment. Rotten show tonight, rude, stupid crowd, and assloads of drama.
Then I come home to three overturned trash cans inside my house (thanks, dogs) and — to top it off — the place flooded due to a broken sprinkler head in the yard.
My house is *stinky*.
Seven more weeks, and I’m sane again.
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