Man, i hate end of years. The year ends in a month roughly speaking and the director manager is stressing all of us to meet their objectifs before December 31st.
That's why i've hardly been online this week. Its like we're workin non-stop and still the next day there's so much left to do. I'm gonna go nuts, totally NUTS.
I get home and i'm just too exhausted to bother about the monster under my bed. Too tired to be scared.
I get cranky over little things, my boyfriend doesnt know how to handle me anymore. Luckily (for him) he's leaving for Brisbane next Monday for a week.
Maybe i'll realize what a bitch i am right now, and start being normal again. Till then i'm shooting on all living things.
