I've been at work at least 12 hours a day, for the past 4 weeks. I was in this morning at 815, and have only just got home (2344hrs). If that's not passion, I don't know what is. Honestly though, I'm tired. I feel like I'm constantly in crisis management-mode, and I'm juggling so many balls at the moment I'm afraid I might drop them all. I'm really afraid I'm going to forget something and cause a major screw-up. I really really am, but the boyfriend has been a great pillar of support. He bought me speakers yesterday at Comex - yes, we braved the crowds (it was disgusting! and all for what, a meagre savings of $20/$30? bah.), and I'm really loving them. I've been wanting to get speakers for awhile now so I don't have to listen to my music through the tinny speakers on my laptop. I like listening to my music, it soothes me and helps me sort out my thoughts. Especially after a whole day of fire-fighting at work. Just sitting here enjoying the music and relieving my mind of the day's thoughts by writing feels really therapeutic. I like it.  |