Just a little bit longer. I run hard up the hill, but I always run out of steam just as I am within sight of the top. I am forcing my self to keep going, yet I stumble. So much weight on top of me. I love my friends. I want to enjoy my time with them. The worst is a long way behind me. Do not throw it away now. I keep going and going.

And going.

I work.

Rather, I should be doing work, but I'm writing stream of conciuosness musings instead. It is almost done. As long as I am not enjoying myself I might was well be getting something done.