Some days, it feels like work has <i>become</i> my life.

This week's a real big one. Increased time spent actually at work, unable to attend an event I was looking forward to as a result, and more exhaustion basically making it a totally dead night. (I've actually asked people not to inform me of any more events. Can't be angry about missing it if you don't know it's coming up, eh?)

I'm not really quite sure what to do. Attempting to get a consistent schedule has bore almost no fruit. (It's made a preference known, but that means nothing when I'm still being bounced around.)

I guess it's become easier to tell when I don't really do anything at all, because I kinda just default to venting about work.