Workaholics Anonynous

I have to blog it if I'm beyond the 100th sheep yet there's still no hint of a yawn. It's when I thought a night shower will drain the pain off yet after 30 minutes of soaking, nothing changed but the water bill and the melted soap. This freaking heart - the only workaholic part of me - strikes me with pseudo premature contractions. How do we get to this part? Do relationships have this love half-life like Uranium does?..the part when controlling our feelings become an internal combustion process? They said the more we endure the more kinetically impossible it is not to implode like the law of physics regarding matter... But I refuse to agree that our love could be parallel to any Science. I refuse to believe we are mere stereotypes of history once enthusiastically spellbound. I refuse the existence of any force that wouldn't allow us to change. Finally, I refuse the idea that we are incompatible elements of nature that collided by chance.
I know for a fact that this relationship will never settle in perfect equilibrium but rest assured, I'd battle through this as long as my workaholic heart pace me. This corny, redundant word called "love"... beats me.
In the meantime, how many sheeps more before I sleep?