Oh well, the eight and a half hour adrenaline rush of racing around all day trying to put together a nearly impossible project in a ridiculously small amount of time is not entirely without its appeal for me.
The bit about being reduced to a tiny little one-day weekend afterward is entirely without its appeal, though.
And I'm all out of milk, too. Life is never good when I'm all out of milk.
I'm going to bed now, I think. At least I need to collapse on it for a while and check to see if I fall asleep.
My injuries still hurt. A whole lot.
Somebody kiss them and make them better.