up to my ears with work! Having to go for shoots and piaing work at night...Trying to cut down on games now...*slapping oneself*

u just feel so tired all of a sudden. Everything dies along with u. There is no more wind. Sound is nonexistant. Even what you see starts to be something else. You know you need rest but the nagging deadline just pounds your will to submission. So you just slump in your chair, working aimlessly with no electrons flowing through whatsoever in your brain. You just want to close your eyes and dream of the most beautiful things that your mind can only dream of while slping. How you long for something so essential as sleep but yet always rejecting it in the face of greater things.

We are slaves to work.