flexagon | The captain leads his dance right on through the night

I've been sick for the last whole week. A week ago RIGHT NOW I was falling asleep on the couch letting it finally spin me down into exhaustion, into not working out, into feeling tired and dizzy and stuffy. Now I'm finally feeling better enough to head to the gym tomorrow... I'll feel like dog crap, but at least it'll be a different kind of dog crap than the "working 12+ hour days" kind I've been doing for the last two weeks.

Because when I'm sick and can't work out, it turns out there's nothing to leave work for, and the pressure's been on. So very on. I have the growing realization that one of the engineers on my team's been really sidelined for a long time and that I'm not sure how to help him, I have to fix a bug this weekend to cover for one who's been out sick, I have the horrid news that the project I'm supposed to be leading has lost the part of its staff that was in another office. Goodbye, any chance of getting that done in 2011. :-/

A couple of my friends are getting hit with seasonal difficulties. Everyone's affected by seasons (I know the dark makes me want to curl up inside and be very nerdy and less physical -- if I'm going to be doing side-coding or side-studying, winter's the time for it), but I don't get sad, and when my friends get quiet it's hard to remember that they're not just nerd-holing, they probably need a hello.

There's a test somewhere (not a test for depression, I think it's the Energy Audit), where one statement you can agree with is "My life often seems like just a long list of tasks I have to do." UmmmmmYEAH. Not only do I strongly agree, it's weird to think that anyone's life ISN'T an enormous list of tasks. Raise your hand if that's you, please, and tell me what it's like.