3 1/2 hours until I'm done with work for the week. I'm so tired, I'm so sick of pretending I'm OK. I wish I was home already so I didn't have to deal with the rest of this night. I'm so anxious about the rest of my night, I just don't have the energy to make anything happen if it doesn't naturally. And since it's the end of the week I'm already getting emails about stuff going on next week. I've barely made it through this week, I can't even begin to consider next week. I'm afraid it'll be even worse.