Andy Chase

It's Friday, but I'm not feeling the all-American euphoria that the TV says I'm supposed to. It's now dark by 5:30, I've got work I really must make myself do over the weekend, and I have about five different projects that I'd love nothing better than to shut myself in a room and work on all day long... the only problem is, all of them could easily occupy a whole day of my time, and with the exception of one of them (which I can't work on because I'm scrimping pennies for materials) I don't have a room into which I can shut myself anyway.

I'm sleep-deprived, but I'm loathe to sleep away any more of the next precious 48 hours than I have to. Sounds like I need a vacation, except I just had one of those a couple of weeks ago... and it put me far enough behind at work that it's been a big stress-fest ever since.

Blah.