June 6th, 2003

mckay: don't let the stars get in your e

i'm so f*cking tired i can't even type.

right about to collapse i tell you.
it's friday, it's ten to ten in the evening and i'm still at work. *rolls eyes*
for the past week, i've been working for more than 12 hours a day and getting less than 4 hours of sleep.
for the fucking IT Requests Metrics report.
which if it wheren't for the errors in data and application's code, would have been ready 4 days ago, like they where supposed to. *grunt* oh and, naturally, everything else has fallen behind schedule. i swear, my deadlines are glaring at me. *groan*

all i want right now is put my feet on the desk, grab a mug of coffee and read logan/scott doing each other like there's no tomorrow.

jean? jean who?