Ughhh - Sunday night, could tomorrow not arrive, please? I'm tired, I can't sleep. I'm nauseous with the anxiety of having to go to a job where my brain is barraged with questions that defy logic. They drain the little bit of life that remains in me...leaving just enough life force to maintain the torture...now is when I want to die. I hate mind numbing, soul killing work...and the ever looming tour under the bus...not the tour that ends the torture but the tour where whomever is close is the reason something doesn't work. Never take responsibility for your own mistakes/errors when there is someone with no control, no authority next to you that you can blame. If Sunday must end, please allow Monday to never arrive!