the thought of that seems to be salvation if you work 50+ hours/week. at that point "life" is called "work". especially if you do that because you just don't happen to have any ideas what to do next yet. People who do that don't have lives.
The last months I've spent on preparing and learning for quite an important exam that was meant to take place where I work. The place where I waste 50+ hours weekly of my valuable time. Since I am quite open to learning stuff, would really like to go study, I put a lot of energy in learning for that exam. And there I go on holidays and it happens. I miss all that fun. Somehow it was important for me to be a part of this test, since I work in that place since almost 2 years.
A lot of things seem to happen at the wrong time lately. why could that be?
I can't sleep.
