This new schedule of mine continues to bring the hurt. Not having two consecutive days as a "weekend" is just plain brutal, and I'm wondering if I'm ever really going to get used to it. Well here's to hoping. The worst part about being plum exhausted all the time is the fact that my writing suffers as a result. It's one thing to write tired, and a wholly different challenge to write when you can barely keep your eyes open on the train despite the five-plus cups of coffee consumed during the course of the day.

I know there's a Zen surfer angle to this. I must let the wave break around me, then find my way to the top of it. The Western approach is to try and bulldog my way through; therein lies the road to crashing and burning. Uh, oh - metaphors mixing... logical train of thought derailing...

Abort! Abort!