Groan

I'm feeling exceptionally old today.

Sure, work's been looking a little more promising than always over the last two days but... It's still not far off from crap. My back's aching from the hours I've been spending on my comp. My brain's pretty much dead and running on reserve power. My head's just started spinning. And dinner's still next to me, looking disgustingly half-eaten. And it really doesn't help that I'm barely out of my teens, and I'm already feeling like a 40-year-old on the verge of a decade-early menopause!!!

Bleh.

Today is so not my day.
And I'm so not cut out for this.

All I want is 8 hours of sleep. 8 hours. Only.
Is that really too much for a girl to ask?

Thing is, I've got so much thinking to do and so many hours of solo brainstorming to clock up that it's not funny. Sigh. Thank goodness this week's a 4-day work week, man. A small mercy I'm going to thank the holiday gods for. (Holiday gods? Pfft. They so don't exist, man. Cos if they did, I'd have found them and wrung their necks already. I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH HOLIDAYS!!! Grrr.)

Okay, gotta stop here and get back to work.

*groan*

Ciao.