My room looks like a refugee camp. I have so much work to do I can never get around to cleaning it until the weekend. It's non-stop from sun up till sun-down literally every day. There's there's all the burning of the midnight oil to be done. Two weeks ago, I STAYED AWAKE FOR THE ENTIRE WEEK. 96 hours straight. I wasn't even slacking off! I just didn't have any work that could be put off. It was like a perfect storm. Ain't that a *****. What's worse, I only had to stay awake for 72 hours, but by the end of that, my sleep schedule was so messed up that I couldn't fall asleep on the fourth night! Ain't that a *****. I don't even feel like going out tonight. Not to mention, I have to open the wine shop tomorrow morning. After a long night of drinking, being in a wine store at 9:30am is the last place on earth you want to be. I think I'm going to have a complete nervous breakdown some time soon. Jesus, it's no wonder I can hardly find time to shoot anymore.