All I do is work, come home, eat, and sleep.
When I sleep, no matter what I do, I cannot prevent myself from dreaming about work.
Occasionally, when I'm not too absolutely fucking exhausted, I will shower, clean part of the house, or try to catch up on Parks and Recreation on Netflix.
My beard is growing out more not because I'm trying to grow it, but because I never have the energy to shave or keep it trimmed up. A beard, I might add, that is rapidly going grey.
This job has consumed my life, and not in the good way.
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