mueca

had a great easter, spent with amazing people (i never say this, but it is finally warrant in my life)

however, up to that moment and the moments after have got me wound tight and highly combustible. low to no sleep, long working hours, deadlines from hell, mostly spent alone... i feel like im going to scream or run or jump alot or explode or implode or claw my way free. i leave in two days for the next job. i leave in two days for the next job. i leave in two days for the next job. i leave in two days for the next job. i leave in two days for the next job. i leave in two days for the next job. i leave in two days for the next job. i leave in two days for the next job. i leave in two days for the next job. i leave in two days for the next job. i leave in two days for the next job. i leave in two days for the next job. i leave in two days for the next job. i leave in two days for the next job. i leave in two days for the next job. i leave in two days for the next job. i leave in two days for the next job. i leave in two days for the next job. i leave in two days for the next job.