workaholic

my job has made me a workaholic. i just turned in my time sheet for the last two weeks tonight as i was leaving the office at 10:30 pm. only 102 hours over that last two weeks (and that doesn't include anything that i do at home, because, what's the point, i'm salary.) i'm not trying to make anyone feel sorry for me, i actually enjoy what i do. but i do miss my friends and all my old commitments. and i hate that when i'm getting home my roommates are going to bed.
i'm hanging on to some shred of hope that my load will soon be lighter.
so here's to the weekend... two days to relax to the max. i raise my cup to you, weekend.