I'm horrendously tired, I'm frustrated, and I'm just on plain PMS mode.

And I'm real sick of work.

I can't tell you how glad I am that tomorrow's Friday.

This week had me feeling like I've been on continual treadmill. The pace never stops.

It's practically draining the life outta me.

I have eyebags now.

I look twice my age.

I'm haggard, and constantly low on energy levels.

There are days when you just feel like NOT going to work, but you can't, and have to drag your pathetic self out of bed.

This same pathetic self goes through the day in a blurry dash, without really clearing any real work.

The files just keep piling up on my table. The applications just keep coming in like flood-mail.

The only difference is, I don't have to handle 100 emails a day anymore.

I can't even take leave off work in peace, without feeling guilty, like I shouldn't be doing it.

Hallooo, it's MY leave. I deserve it.

So why am I feeling this way?

There's really something seriously wrong here.