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So it did feel like I might have died or fell off the edge of the world didn't it?
I do agree.


I've been so busy with work that most days I feel all exhausted and dried out of any zest of inspiration for any writing. Its sad, but painfully real that since working at my new job, I don't find as much time to my own where I can sit and ponder about significant things in life, where I want to scribble in my 'lil black notebook and rush back home to log into blogger.


A tad disappointed, I wonder if my life will take me down the path of those workaholic people whom I once considered poor uninspired conformist saps. And it looks to be so.


Everyday after spending 8 hours at work, I come home and study for tests and then later on at night I do more data compilation for my old job. I know, I know, I didn't have the guts to say 'no' to them when they asked me to stay, plus I couldn't pass up the chance of earning some extra cash.


The last few semesters in school, final exam periods were dreadful where almost every semester there was no doubt whatsoever that cramming was involved. I couldn't wait to graduate and find a mindless fair-paying job where I didn't have to think and stimulate my mind.


Certainly didn't imagine that working life would be more consuming than my previous life. With the way things are going, I don't think I can make a better time for this year's Vancouver Sun Run.


Geez, I remember in school, I used to be able to sleep for 3 hours and go for an exam in the morning. I sleep 7 hours every weeknight now and I still wanna roll around under my sheets after slamming down hard on my alarm clock. Am I getting old?
I try to make up for it by sleeping 10 hours a night on the weekend... don't think that's working though... in fact, I think I'm getting fatter.