I trundle through another day. I wear my bitterness like an undershirt at work - no one can see it but me, and I gladly cast it off when I come home. And now I'm feeling a little laid low again. After the hellish month of overtime, my body is crumbling at the seams. Sooo tired, and *sniff* *cough*.

At least I am not alone in this. My officemates, and steady companions for the lion's share of the last month, are also exhibiting the same symptoms of overworkedness. At times, the office makes sounds reminicent of a Rubbermaid commercial:

*sniff* *cough,cough* *sniff* *cough* *sniff,sniff,sniff* *cough*

Ah, the rhythmic sounds of three frayed bodies struggling to keep it together.

Last weekend marked my first days off since mid-February. A record-breaking 26 straight days! This resoundingly beat out my previous record of only 18 days, set way back in January this year. Is it any wonder I haven't posted a blog entry forever? And what is this "party" thing of which you speak?

Wednesday marks the mid-week, and DAMN, am I looking forward to Friday. Mmmm, sleep!