13 hour shifts should be illegal.

even with 2 breaks, they still hurt. i'm exhausted and aching, but i can't sleep. my body hates me.

i should be doing homework. i should be doing something productive. i'm apparently very much not.

i can't tell if i'm coming or going anymore. i feel all turned around, without any sense of direction. i swear, i had a purpose at some point. i think my purpose lies elsewhere...

been thinking about grad school more and more. i want to go out, live a little, feel like i haven't been trapped. i hate being trapped. i don't do well in crowded places or sedentary lifestyles. now if only i had the resources to do this grad school thing... let's forget about the picking up and moving across the country part, shall we? *thwack*

badger?