Not to brag about it, because this isn't something I feel any reason to be proud of, but in the last week, from Sunday morning to Saturday night, I put in just a few minutes over fifteen hours of overtime. It is by far the most time I've put in at a job in one week, POSSIBLY excepting when I worked for a dog kennel over a decade ago. Every day, starting early, working through lunch (some days literally not even having time to eat, not even at my desk), going home late, having some time to unwind, and then work some more from home before bed. No talking to anyone, which eventually gets me feeling kinda lonely.

I've compared it to feeling like I'm drowning a few times, complete with disorientation, lightheadedness, and no clear path to success.

Even today, I went in for a bit to just be able to catch up on work without anyone constantly needing me for something, and at least I feel as caught up as I can be now and at least the weekend was pretty nice.

This is just me announcing that I'm really damn tired, and really damn glad I finished that story in time that even when I'm like this, I can still put it up like I planned.

And is me leaving another "if you survived that, you can survive whatever's stressing you out now" message for my future self.