Wrecked

Not the ship.  Me.  I'm not sure why, but I woke up tonight, utterly wrecked.  "Three cups of coffee and I can't clear my head..." sung by Lou Gramm, comes to mind.  I'm not sure why I'm in such bad shape, but it may be a combination of the last week of bad weather, hitting the gym 4 nights in a row and the stress of finding out yesterday that the powers that be expect me to stay on until the end of my current project-which could be anywhere from an extra 2 weeks to an entire 5 week trip.  In fact, the worst part about staying is that nobody knows how long this project will last, not even the client calling the shots.  I hated having to tell PW and LP the bad news.

Anyway, suffice to say, I'm pissed off about staying and today I'm wrecked.  And some clown took away the coffee cup full of spoons next to the coffee pot.  They only drink instant on here so how's a guy supposed to stir his fucking coffee?  And the Asians just now started up their shitty pop music.  Lord help me to be strong and stay away from fire axes...