Its amazing how work, and what happens while you're at it, can impact your life.
After all, it is meant to be a means to make life more liveable, for what you get from it - monetary or non-monetary. But somewhere, it just takes over your whole being, almost possessing you. So much so, that you and what you want to be or do, cease to matter. It invades and pervades your system. It clogs your nerves. It dulls your brain. It breaks your heart.

It also makes you post miserable stuff like this.

If you're reading this, sorry for the rant. I'm in one of my 'who am I and what am I doing with my life' moods. Which is pretty much me, lately.