This is the third thirteen-hour working day this week. Well, the only real one; but I've worked a twelve-and-a-half and an eleven hour day this week, a ten hour day yesterday, and now this.
I am so tired. This is one of the days where I hate what I'm doing right now. It wouldn't be bad at all except that I'm tired. I got home at eleven p.m. last night and have to work at nine a.m. today.
God save me from a life of this.
Where are those grad school applications?
Thursday, November 18, 2004
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