I am so tired, desperately tired. This week feels as though it's been a hundred days long, and it's only Wednesday.

It's becoming so difficult at work. This time it's not just me, it's something that's going on in the whole department. I thought that when the audit was over, we'd be able to pay people, but this week we have to pay almost a million dollars in insurance premiums and everyone else has to go screw. Again.

I have been working eleven hour days for over a month and I feel like I might not be able to take it for much longer.

That horoscope below is a load of horseshit.

Today's horoscope:
By today, you tap into a cosmic energy bank. Through cheerful eyes, your workload looks fair, virtuous and easy. Imagine how much happier you'll be once you're finished and it's time to play.

One year ago today:
And it suddenly occur to me, if I go lie down on This Island Bed, then I can stretch out and I can read magazines and I can eat cereal, and it's all so comfy and swell and I felt as though I discovered plutonium. Eureka! I cried.

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