To die, – to sleep; – to sleep! Perchance to dream: – ah, there’s the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, this must have us pause..." *
When did my life become a rotation of working (10 hours a day... in a job with an 8-hour week... I'll probably be finished with my workload for the next five months within 4 weeks) and sleeping? And in the night, I get the weirdest kind of dreams, good ones and nightmares, several of them each night.
The good part is that the job is okay, gives me some time to read (and learn a lot of things that I was neither able nor willing to understand previously) and to think (yes, I know, I do that a bit too often anyway).
I just wish it wouldn't mean missing my friends so badly :(
*in case you haven't guessed: Macbeth by Shakespeare (OMG, I looove him!)
ETA: Skype: schnuffichen_le (but please be patient with me, I don't have a clue how it works... and I seem to be unable to add friends although I know their usernames... weird.