Just keep repeating: I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.

[grammargirl]

I was at work until 7:30 last night.

Today, I spent twelve hours straight copyediting a manuscript. I worked through breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I didn't move from my chair except to acquire food or go to the bathroom.

I am still not done.

I kind of want to die.

I need to go put on a mindless DVD and scrub the lines of text from the inside of my eyelids. I don't even think I have the hand-eye coordination left to knit. Oy.

I need a vacation so bad it hurts.

Comments

[carmen-sandiego.livejournal.com]

Aw, I hope the work stuff gets better! Eyelid-scrubbing is no fun.