Gimme a U... gimme a G... gimme an H... !

Rough week this week... not that anything awful really happened, but I fulfilled the goal of every American worker bee by pushing myself until I almost got sick, and I still am having trouble sleeping 8 hours in a night (as has been the case for the last 10 days or so). Every night I dream about work stuff. I've just gotten so revved up, spinning on my own dumb little axis like that's all that matters. Easier to do that when HLM is gone in San Diego (he's back now), and one has an absorbing new job, and Wednesday is always a 14-hour day. What I wish is that I'd stayed home on Tuesday and not had dinner with Married Friend, but it's way too late for that. So here I am, still tired, still wired, and the house is a dump. At least there's time to do dishes today.

I'll probably feel better soon.