Incubus at 4am

Sometimes the beginning of summer is the roughest part of vacation.
This week has been a taxing one, yet I still feel like a million dollars. Between finals and the intense work schedule that has accompanied the change in management at my job, I feel like shit. (I was trying real hard to make a good comparison, oh well). Maybe sleep will make it more bearable, yeah, maybe I'm a chinese jet pilot. Anyways, if you don't hear from me for a while I'm not dead, just unconscious.