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Some days, you just want to stab yourself in the temple. Like today.

I busted my butt, and we still missed deadline.

I didn't get a dinner break, so I was all headachey and jittery and spacey for a big chunk of the night -- I'm just now getting rid of the jitters, 'cause I hit the McDonald's drive-through on the way home (it's food, it's fast, it's cheap, it's open).

And Joe was working, but I hardly even got to say hi to him or anything, 'cause I was so busy. :(

And that's all on top of this morning's bad news.

Yergh.

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Damn, this is no good.

My brain's working just fine, awake, all good.

But suddenly, I feel all weak and weird. I'm physically weary. Like, I can hardly muster the energy to type or even move the mouse. Dunno what the hell gives, but I'm physically wiped out.

Early to bed, I guess -- like now.