Exhaustion rips at me, tearing little pieces out of my psyche. After days of stress, broken up nights, and time spent bleary-eyed at the computer, I feel like a well-aged piece of Swiss cheese. Except the cheese is better with the holes, and age. I, I become fractured, my mind begins to crumble. Like a house made of blocks, that slowly is weakened as brick by brick are removed, until it is threatening to fall to pieces. The house can be shored up again with new bricks, as my mind is eventually patched. But will it be the same one?