Curling Up Fetal

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I spent a good 2.5 hours straight in the recording studio at work today. The worst thing about all of this is that what I recorded will only play a few times on the air.

I don't even think I got to see my desk for more than 15 minutes this afternoon. And now I'm feeling it. A lot.

To complain, I am having a hard time keeping my eyes open, the back of my neck hurts and who knows what condition my throat will be in come the morning. Yeah, I'm whining. It hurts, OK?

I'm still working; I'm at IU until 10:00PM. This is my Tuesday and Thursday routine these days. (5:30AM to 10:00PM, roughly) It's the easiest way at the moment to keep these pockets lined with cash bank deposit receipts. I wish I could find a better part-time job closer to home, but this second job does allow me the luxury of catching up with my daily internet picks and to work on projects non-work related. (i.e. this site)

This is not nessasarily the worst I've ever felt, but I know come tomorrow morning that I'm going to feel pretty awful no matter what. And the day after that as well. The worst always comes the day after next. By this Friday I expect to be mentally gone and physically exhausted.

Curling up fetal on the sofa has never sounded so good.

Be seeing you.