Tomorrow Can't Come Soon Enough.

I'm just drained.
This job is killing me... I hate it with every fiber of my being.

I just feel so incredibly empty... and I know there are people out there with far worse lots in life... but this work is just soul-burning. I think that it's potentially possible for me to enjoy a job less, but in all the various places I've worked and things I've done, this is STILL my least favourite. Even hauling lumber through the forests, being attacked my blackflies and mosquitos was better than this!

Swiss Chalet was better than this!

ARGH!

Anyway. Weekend was dull, but that's okay... I wasn't really up for much excitment. Jo mentioned that she would be busy (exams and the like), which was kinda a relief... not that she isn't interesting and kinda cool and all, but I just didn't have the energy to be forging new friendships with unknowns. I hate that stage where you have to be careful what you say and when you let slip various things that people will find psychotic... I'm getting very bad and withholding information, and its not endearing me to anyone. I guess those are just the breaks.