Finally I'll be able to see the end of this copyediting job from hell.
Everything has to, and it will, end tonight (this morning).
During the period of time I have suffered
from insomnia, back pain and headache,
not to mention the manic-depressive syndromes I have manifested.
At several points I have asked James to grab a knife and just kill me.
I felt nauseous. I had to lie down…. etc.
However the job can still be done better…
if only I get to be the real translator rather than just a ghost one,
with a big fat pay check, ha ha!
Now it's time to adjust my lifestyles back how it's supposed to be.
Need to pay extra attention to all other projects I have neglected.
Need to get back to my drawing practice: pencils and sketch paper.
Need to buy a board and perhaps an easel in not-so-distant future.