And then there�s the search for intelligent prose pitted against the torrent of exhaustion. How can you describe how exhausted you are, if you�re too tired to think eloquently?

Today will be my fourth twelve-hour day.

I have worked the previous three with few gripes and grumbles despite the random bouts of hysteria I am slammed against.

�We need more light there, do it now. Schnell! Schnell!�

I gave Pedro three minutes to come up with reasons as to why I haven�t quit my job yet.

He could not think of any.

If I don�t leave now, I�m going to be late.

I don�t do breakups so easy, you know...