I am burnt out. And I know that when I feel this way, I should not think. I should just turn off my brain and plod along until I can get some rest and be myself again. But I can’t help thinking. And my thoughts are not good. All I really want to do right now is crawl into bed, sleep for a week, and then read ten new books all in a row without any interruption. Oh, and did I mention that during this two-week period I must not see any people except me, myself, and I?

Right now, I resent everyone and everything who gets in the way of that shining dream.

BLAH.