If this keeps up, I don't know what I'll do...

Overtime. The big dreaded ugly word of the worker. This sometimes welcomed beast rears its head at the most inopportune times. Such as when you've had a poor night's rest following a good night's rest because the good night's rest threw the poor night's rest for a biological time loop.

Yes, I've just arrived home from a late night of work. I'm hungry, I'm tired, my fingers ache from typing, and I don't think I could tell the difference if you exchanged my brain for a pile of rocks in my head at the moment. Working 12 hours or more straight at work that requires thought is not a good practice to take up. The brain goes into that mushy state where you have to repeat a question you were just asked four times over before you understand exactly what is being asked of you.

Looking forward to a relaxing shower, followed by food, and probably some mindless video-game violence. I'll get right on it, now.

 

I'm very proud of you Matt. Keep on truckin'!