on preludes to fatigue.

Work has been nothing short of insane. I wish I didn't have to whinge about work each time, because I do like my job and what I do. Except the pressures and stress and politics are honestly wearing me out. I found myself laughing as I saw my workpile grow steadily during the day, with every other thing marked urgent.

Methinks that is not a good sign. It's a prelude for a visit to the funny farm.

I'm somehow still coping I guess. But I need a break. I think I'll like to get away from 30km of Melbourne for awhile. To breathe and soak in the sights and sounds of somewhere out there abit. Not so much to run away from problems, but just to feel abit different and alive.

Weekends feel way too short, these days.

Even coffee doesn't make much of a difference.

Methinks that is not a good sign.

. Arigato .