The other side of my face

I can be two faced. I know I can be. But not in the way that phrase usually means. What I mean is that I complain about working...but secretly...I love to work. I get nervous when I am not working. I fidget. I can't settle in. I enjoy spending 12 hours a day hard at work.

Right now I have so many papers and projects to write and work on. I feel like I am thriving on all the stress. Like some weird desert plant.

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IPG