So I've managed to slow down just a tad, after clocking 11 hours a day for 9 days straight (with just one day off in between). Too often, I find myself getting depressed about going to work the next day. In terms of time, it's hard to believe I'm already on my fourth week - that much closer to payday! - yet I already feel pretty much in the groove of things. I've surprised myself.
Now if only everything else would fall into place.
PS: I know the photo isn't perfectly congruous, but I just felt like posting it. That's my little (to me) brother at the Incheon International Airport in Seoul.