jellylegs

I'm drained. Mentally exhausted. I don't even know if I spelt that right. I don't care. Got some good stories today, wrote some sport and developed a feature idea. Today more then ever it hit me again, like it did during those exhausting production weekends in the Observer, especially on a thursday and friday when things were manic and everyone was running around like a blue arsed fly. This is what its all about! This is why I'm sitting through lectures, writing bits and bobs and reading reams and reams of paper.
Its all for this process, even though its but a taster for the real world. I love it, but its fuckin exhausting!!