sick to my stomatch. i've worked 9 days in a row, without a day off, 7-8 hours each day. this job has so many more responsibilities than i'm used to, but i must admit it's nice to feel in charge.
i'm suppose to go to the beach tomorrow but with plans slightly changing it might not even be relaxing.
i am so anxious for this job to start (next week). i started psych yesterday and its going to suck. 2 assignments and 2 tests are due by sunday each week.
i'm at a crossroad, now i just have to decide which path to choose...the one most traveled or the one least traveled. it may come down to it that the choice will be inevitable.