This week is a bitch. Seriously. I have been dragging my ass to work and not been able to concentrate. Monday was kinda understandable. The first day of the week is always a bitch. But this is Wednesday and I'm still feeling like two pots of coffee won't even touch this mental exhaustion. Jake has to leave 30 minutes early which *should* help me to leave on time but I feel like I'm going to be screwed without his prodding me out the door. Thank goodness for the long weekend coming up.

After three weeks of hell (okay, maybe just two and a half). I am re-entering the working world. I have my coffee on my left, my bowl of oatmeal on my right and my make-up in the middle. Something seems to be missing... Oh yeah, my enthusiasm. :p Don't get me wrong, I miss my job. It's just that I have turned into some third nipple that my coworkers need to be weaned from. I hope that my time away (and my bosses firm hand) has taken care of that. I love to help, which is my downfall. I don't know when to say no and they don't know when to try on their own. Is there a support group for dependent coworkers around?