The Assembled Hoards of Genghis Khan

This must be what it feels like to be that street that Spain runs the bulls through. I feel utterly spent. I haven't been sleeping much over the last several days, for reasons I don't yet understand. My body just snaps awake at odd hours and can never get back to sleep. Well, I think it finally caught up with me today.


This morning I was running on two things: caffeine and adrenaline. I was kicking so much ass at work it was scary, which is a good thing because we got slammed. Computers were flowing through the front door like water while the phone rang off the hook. We had all three lines lit up more often than I can count. Of course, this was all like my very own Tackling Fuel. I was lapping it up. Then the coffee ran out.

I crashed hard. All the hustle and bustle suddenly became a very very bad thing. It got so bad I had to excuse myself for a 10 minute power nap at lunch so that I could recharge, which I guess worked because I managed to drag my way through the afternoon. Now I'm sitting here at home, in front of my monitor wondering why I'm not in bed yet.

Good point. Night.