Which comes first, the large paycheck or the mental breakdown?

[apocalypsos]

I've been feeling absolutely awful lately because there's been no break in the sleep-eat-work routine and there's no end in sight. I haven't been able to write or answer comments or throw together too many LJ posts that don't consist mostly of "Working too much, hate my life."

I think I need a hug, and nobody's giving me one. They're giving me overtime and swallowing up all of my weekend time with stocking shelves, though, if that counts as a hug.

I'm usually intensely realistic about the whole trying-to-get-published thing and how I probably won't make a damn thing off it, but lately I've been doing a lot of grumbling under my breath when I'm mentally exhausted about the whole work situation about how I hope someone actually buys something of mine already so I can quit both jobs and go home and lie facedown on the floor for a week covered in a blanket of money.

... is it time for my vacation? 'Cause, yeah, I think I need it.