Sleep...the balm for sore minds

I think I might have attempted to quote Shakespeare there but really the exact words uttered by Macbeth (one of the most intriguing protagonists of all time IMHO) have slipped by, yep, sore mind.

Am tired...jus so tired. After a month of holidays with enough rest I've successfully forgotten how tiring working life can be. I mean, I've never felt so completely exhausted in my life before. All those years of studying...no matter how much I mugged...I could always make up for it by sleeping...but nowadays...well I hope it's not a result of ageing...even sleep seems insufficient. Or issit coz it's like one night of eight hours trying to make up for a week's worth of sleep deprivation. Think teaching really takes a toll on my physical health. I'm one of those weak chaps who need to be pumped with tonics to stay alive. (alive, as in...alert)

I can rant on about this but the cell worksheet is screaming for my attention. Dislikes having classes early in the morning..no time to prep for them.

And, and...I shall not get started on the_______. The evil side of moi is yelling that I hate responsibilities!! I mean...not all responsibilities...but too many of certain responsibilities is seriously...undesirable.