Light, Tunnel, 25% Chance of Train

What's that?

Why it's the sound of me, emerging from one of the hardest work weeks of my entire life (granted, I realize that I have invoked the wrath of the the Overtime God [he's going to need me to work on Saturday, mm k?] to make me work more, but I live dangerous like that).

I am so tired I think I could sleep standing up, and I am half tempted to try, just to prove the point. Last night was the ultimate of the long hours with work ending at 1:30 AM and resuming at 6 AM. I got in at 5:45 AM - for some reason this is the only time recently when I have gotten in on time. It makes no sense to me. 8:45, not-so-much, but 5:45, sign me up. Stupid internal clock.

I can't get into specifics, partially because the hallucination that sleep-depravation has provided wants to check his email, but I plan on recounting it in my future best-seller "Why I think my job is fascinating, and I can drone on for hours, while people nod as if I am speaking in tongues."

And with that fair denizens of the net, I bid you good night.