I cannot. I cannot. I cannot. I must sleep.

When I'm tired, I go through three stages: frustrated, confused and emotional.
And right now, I feel like bawling. Sadly, my eyes are too dry to cope with this. And they're slowly drooping.

God forbid, too much to do and too little time.
I absolutely loathe it when vague comments are given about your work and you are supposed to make amendments based on those effing comments.

A little consideration wouldn't hurt, would it?