Its 1.55am.
My shoulder aches again.
My eyes are heavy as lead.
I try not to go into hysteria as I look at my project timeline.
I fantasized about giving my boss a piece of my mind.
Pussycat Dolls' "When I Grow Up" keeps running through my head - And I think back to all ambitious lofty plans I had when I was young.
I think I should be brave.
I think I should go to bed.
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