Oh, God, I am so tired.
It's my fist day, and I went with my mentor to a nearby major city. He signed up about a million dollars in 401k business and had a client meeting, while dragging my carcass all over the place. It's weird: I'm not physically tired: I'm mentally exhausted. I'll chalk it up to stress and being unused to awakening at 6:15 a.m.
I can't think of anything I wish for at the moment. I just want to get ready for work tomorrow, and go to bed.
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