It's been a tough week, and I'm wiped. I was going to write about work, my first full week, but I couldn't figure out what to say and what not to say. And I'm dog tired now, can't put together... thoughts... practically falling asleep in my chair. So instead I'll get some sleep, chill, worry about it another time. It was a good week, though. Tough, but good. Productive. I'm proud of what I accomplished (and pleased). New jobs are tough. Stressful. Overwhelming. And this place is so different than the last, oh, 7 or 8 years of very corporate environments I've been in. A nice change. And I'm tough on myself, have high expectations... Hmm, this is not sleeping, this is ruminating and writing. 'Night.