Work, work, and more work... and when you don't think there's work, it's really just waiting to sneak up and stab you... is that it? Is that life? Being unable to enjoy what "free" time you have, knowing there's something you should be doing but you forgot what? Worrying that you won't get this thing done in time to do the next, in time to do the next...? If that's all it is, then I've been waiting most of 17 years for nothing...