I need a freaking holiday. I need a break from doing the exact same thing over and over again, day in, and day out. I don’t know that I’ve looked forward to the weekends so much since I was in school — there’s so little I can accomplish during the week, and the weekends are filled with … I spend so much time trying to get things done I don’t even remember my weekends all that well. I keep telling myself I can’t do this.

I’m so tired, and I know a big part of that is that I’ve been getting lousy sleep lately. I’m sure I’d be a lot more agreeable if I were getting more sleep. I just need to get more sleep, that shouldn’t be so difficult. I know I’d do a lot better if I didn’t have such great hearing — I can pick up every sound coming from across the office from this one guy’s cubicle, and trust me, the guy makes lots of noise.

I want to be able to let go and not worry about coming back — I need to drift for a while. This coming weekend, I’m not going to worry anything about blogging. No new blog entries until Monday, that should be great — in theory. I mean, I might still worry a bit here and there, wake up in a cold sweat, and remind myself it’s okay, I have less responsibility, but seriously? I need to let go of some things so I can appreciate the days again.