I'm so tired.

[Doktor Howl]

Fuck it.  I'm taking a week off, this month.

And I'm going to spend it looking for trouble, like I used to.

That sounds like a great idea!

Also, I don't want to be a hypocrite and I'm sure there are very valid reasons that you don't quit that job, but 

Yes, there is one (1) valid reason:  It allows me to afford to live in the one area of The City that has a functional high school that teaches kids stuff other than how to negotiate a meth deal, and how to make a shank out of a toothbrush.

In any case, I have taken off 10/26 - 11/1, which covers my birthday, among other things.

And I plan to spend the time downtown, among my people.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Fuck it.  I'm taking a week off, this month.

And I'm going to spend it looking for trouble, like I used to.

That sounds like a great idea!

Also, I don't want to be a hypocrite and I'm sure there are very valid reasons that you don't quit that job, but 

Yes, there is one (1) valid reason:  It allows me to afford to live in the one area of The City that has a functional high school that teaches kids stuff other than how to negotiate a meth deal, and how to make a shank out of a toothbrush.

In any case, I have taken off 10/26 - 11/1, which covers my birthday, among other things.

And I plan to spend the time downtown, among my people.

Kids are the thing. We do shit for the kids that we would never do on our own.

My kids have made me a better person, and a happier person. This shit is really fucking hard, but I'm not sorry.

Glad you're taking that time off.

[P3nT4gR4m]

When I'm going through real hectic shit like you describe. When I can't clear my feet and the shit I hate is piling up around my ears and my brain is screaming at me to just lie the fuck down and do nothing for a bit. "relax, unwind, veg out on the sofa watching shit fly across the teevee screen..."

I fight it. It doesn't help me. Makes me worse. Starts a spiral that leads all the way down if I let it. I force myself to go out and do something fun and I take it to the wall. I'll typically spend a "good" weekend driving like a psycho, up into the highlands to meet up with some mates on a friday, straight out of work. Saturday, crack of dawn, two hours sleep but, strangely, not even slightly tired. Head out and find something that'll try it's damnedest to kill me. Get beat up and knackered, fall into a tent shitfaced, wake up the next day and do it again.

By the time I crawl into bed, late sunday night I look and feel like I've been hit by a truck but I'm actually looking forward to going back to work. All the shit is still piled up there, like it was when I left it but now it seems relaxing. The stress is puny little stress. To be honest it's the same shit that was making me feel like jumping off a bridge when I left it but then I went and, yanno, jumped off a fucking bridge. Got it out my system.

What I'm saying is, boring, mundane, repetitive stress leads to depression. One of the side effects is a drop in energy levels. Which makes the whole thing even more overwhelming, leading to a bigger downer and so on. For some people, I dunno, maybe chilling out and sleeping like shit and relaxing and all that might work but for others, getting a good fix of healthy funtime stress might help a damn sight more. Whatever it is you like to do, go out and do it til you can't stand up anymore.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

When I'm going through real hectic shit like you describe. When I can't clear my feet and the shit I hate is piling up around my ears and my brain is screaming at me to just lie the fuck down and do nothing for a bit. "relax, unwind, veg out on the sofa watching shit fly across the teevee screen..."

I fight it. It doesn't help me. Makes me worse. Starts a spiral that leads all the way down if I let it. I force myself to go out and do something fun and I take it to the wall. I'll typically spend a "good" weekend driving like a psycho, up into the highlands to meet up with some mates on a friday, straight out of work. Saturday, crack of dawn, two hours sleep but, strangely, not even slightly tired. Head out and find something that'll try it's damnedest to kill me. Get beat up and knackered, fall into a tent shitfaced, wake up the next day and do it again.

By the time I crawl into bed, late sunday night I look and feel like I've been hit by a truck but I'm actually looking forward to going back to work. All the shit is still piled up there, like it was when I left it but now it seems relaxing. The stress is puny little stress. To be honest it's the same shit that was making me feel like jumping off a bridge when I left it but then I went and, yanno, jumped off a fucking bridge. Got it out my system.

What I'm saying is, boring, mundane, repetitive stress leads to depression. One of the side effects is a drop in energy levels. Which makes the whole thing even more overwhelming, leading to a bigger downer and so on. For some people, I dunno, maybe chilling out and sleeping like shit and relaxing and all that might work but for others, getting a good fix of healthy funtime stress might help a damn sight more. Whatever it is you like to do, go out and do it til you can't stand up anymore.

I react far more like you do than by resting and relaxing. When I'm exhausted and burned out, that's when I put on my whiteface and head out onto the town to spook the tourists.

[P3nT4gR4m]

Then my advice is find make some time to go out and get your freak on.

[Phox]

Fuck it.  I'm taking a week off, this month.

And I'm going to spend it looking for trouble, like I used to.

That sounds like a great idea!

Also, I don't want to be a hypocrite and I'm sure there are very valid reasons that you don't quit that job, but 

Yes, there is one (1) valid reason:  It allows me to afford to live in the one area of The City that has a functional high school that teaches kids stuff other than how to negotiate a meth deal, and how to make a shank out of a toothbrush.

They still get to learn those valuable life skills as well, though, correct?

[Luna]

Can't stop moving.

So tired, but can't stop.  Can't sit down, might THINK.

Busy, busy, have to keep busy.  Can't think, my brain will get me.  THOSE thoughts will get back in, take over my mind, keep me awake.

Keep me awake, that's funny.  Can't lie down, can't close my eyes, so fucking tired, but if I stop, if I slow down just a little, the thoughts, they come crawling out of the back of my mind and wrap their tentacles around me, and I'm AWAKE.  Or worse, they wait until I start to doze, and then they slide into my dreams...

Have to stay awake.  Have to sleep, so tired...

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Then my advice is find make some time to go out and get your freak on.

I do, but not on nights I have my kids. I just KMFMS.

[The Rev]

I hope things work out Nigel, the place you are in sucks.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Thank you, Charley. I hope so, too.