The End of a Seriously Long Day
You see how cracked out I look? That's because I basically crammed two and one half days of work into a single day.
I'm not nearly caught up yet, but I finally got to what I figured was a satisfactory stopping point, and I'm ready to climb into bed, and what happens? I GET MY SECOND WIND.
That sounds exciting, but a second wind doesn't do much good for knowledge workers, or at least not for me. It mostly resembles a manic episode where I can't concentrate for more than 4 minutes at a time, but I'm completely wired and spending a lot of time pacing up and down the short length of my apartment.
This all seems pretty hilarious, an opinion which I think might just be further proof that I'm a little loopier than usual. You didn't even know that was possible, did you?
