Current mood:	exhausted
Current music:	In Pursuit Of Happiness - The Divine Comedy

Eternally optimistic
I am almost in the middle of taking a year's retirement from the Finn-Brit Players (May 2007 - May 2008 at least, and Z. has a signed contract to wave at me if I get tempted). I was really looking forward to all the extra time I would have, to do all those things that I dreamt of doing while I was at rehearsals.

Now I remember that much of the time at rehearsals I dreamt about having time to do the laundry and getting to bed early.

What I didn't dream about was working like a lunatic. Don't get me wrong, my current job is the best job I've ever had, I'm more motivated than I have ever been, and the project that I'm on at the moment is practically designed to keep me interested. As lostcarpark put it when describing his ideal job, I don't have to work late but I want to.

But I'm doing stupid hours these days. My sick leave hasn't helped matters, as my work just piled up while I was away and I was behind anyway. I keep saying that when I finally catch up, things will be okay, and I'll be able to work my hours and go home and forget about it all. I have roped in two other people this week to help me out, so surely that means the end of the tunnel is near - right?

I'm just too optimistic about how much I can get done, at work or outside of work. And then I feel like crap, especially compared to some of my friends, who must not sleep at all.

Which is a long winded way of saying that I don't really have anything to say, and that I must get to bed.