Two more nights and a day before weekend. I can't sleep due to the remaining caffeine content in my body while constantly thinking about how early I should wake up for one more grind for the week. So I ate a bit, and had some chamomile tea to calm my nerves. This has been my routine. Five days of grueling work, of facing the computer for 8 or more hours, of making decisions, of crafting paragraphs after paragraphs, of the anxiety of having seen how much more work has to be done on my output, of more issues, meetings, drama... I can't state accurately how the bump and grind of those whole few hours of being tied to goalposts and get a few hours of freedom - - - and probably the word "freedom" is synonymous to sleep now, which I lack. Two more nights and one more day. A cup of chamomile tea. Relax, Jerome. You will get where you really wanna be soon.