So this is how it feels to be burnt out, huh?

Everything seems to irk me. Angry techno music soothes me. If I hear one more command out of anyone, I'll snap and scream and complain. If I have to draw one more line of anything, I won't even try as hard as I used to. I've reached it. My limit as to how much I can take. I have found my limit as to how long I can work on school work straight without losing it.

The magic number is eight. Eight whole hours. Eight fucking whole hours of nothing but drawing and painting and contrast and balance. Eight hours. And I didn't even get paid time and a half!!

I can't relax now. To do that, I need either porn or sleep. I can't sleep while I'm this stressed. The only way to destress is to blog or play video games. I'm not in the mood to play games. This blog is only helping me not pull my hair out, which is a good thing. If it didn't, I wouldn't have even made it to the third paragraph.

Thank God the things I have left to do are not due until later in the week.