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Monday, May 31, 2010 . 5/31/2010 02:15:00 PM

I'm good today. There's a temper brimming within me, and I'm doing a rather good job keeping it in. I'm not sure how long I'm gonna keep it since I'm rather pissed off at something/or someone. And I'm hungry. There's the say, "A hungry man is an angry man." It's a rather accurate portrayal.

I'm tired. That's an understatement. I'm more than just tired. I'm a little anemic now (you know what I mean), and sometimes I'm seeing double-vision, which I have to force myself to blink it away. Along with the huge headache. My efficiency is down in the dumps and I have to force myself to finish certain stuff. Everyone around me is accomplishing stuff, and it's a different scenario for me.

I'm feeling demoralised again. And I'm tired. And I'm hungry. And stressed to the core.