You work thirteen days, and what do you get?
Completely exhausted and loads of regret.
LiveJournal friends, don't call me, 'cause I can't come.
To dreamless sleep, I am going to succumb.
It's finally over, and I'm so glad. The money will be good, but working continuously is not a good way to live. Good night, gentle readers, may the end of your weekends be as blissful as the beginning of mine.