delirious with fatigue.

picture yourself as a kid playing in those little playpens filled with waist-deep colourful balls.
now modify the picture, with the balls changed to newspapers, stacked up HIGH.
the diff: you won't sink in newspapers, rather you'll kinda slide over them?
that is the pure illustration of my typical day as the newspaper collection lorry ic. not as slack as i thought.. in fact it's the TOTAL opposite.
ppl lug newspapers from floor to floor to the collection point. that's it. we were practically swimming in newspapers, dragging all three sectors worth of newspapers. jiahui thinks i'm green inside - she thinks i've a hulk in me. HAHA.
all in all, no matter how tiring or how certain groups pissed us off, the day was really fulfilling, happening, experiential and i must say the lorry uncle's the best person we could ever get.

the whole week's been damn hectic, with the wonderful smart idea of stretching us. inertia sets in so badly tt i feel i'm going delirious. i'm kinda crazily high.. or maybe it's cos i'm being placed out of my comfort zone. i really dont know. the real syl is somewhere else.
help.