If you want anything at all.

I was going to write a big rant, about how I hate that I'm working so much. How between work and school I don't have a single god-damned day to myself anymore. About how I'm supposed to be part-fucking-time, yet am working more now than when I had a full-time job. How my grades might be slipping, because I can't find the time or energy to really sit and study like I should. About how I have to stay up until 2am every day just to get any of my personal shit done, and end up falling asleep in class, or relying too much on caffeine pills. That I've been torn to nothing but a pissed-off ball of anger, full of bitterness at those who do nothing and yet still seem to make it to convention after convention, and then have the gall to tell me I'm wrong for wanting to go on a trip myself. And how I can't even comfort myself by saying it'll get better, because I know the closer it gets to mass-consumer day, it'll only get worse.

I was going to rant about all that, and probably more, but find I no longer have the energy.

So I'll leave it at this.

That, quite frankly, I deserve this fucking vacation.

I am working more than hard enough for it.