Slowly I'm morphing into a zombie - inch by painful inch.
I hardly sleep at night. As if I have a choice.
I have to do this series of editing stuffs for a major project that is already a week away.
Subconsciously, I am torturing my own self.
It's as though I'm suicidal. *sigh*
The agony of refraining from sleeping when your body is already tired is something I inflict upon myself.
Tss. Sooner or later I'd be laying on hospital bed.
I hope somehow I'd feel the rewards of my hard work.
A mere recognition, a credit perhaps, would do.
and that would be all.