I had forgotten what it's like to be so tired that you can't even remember your own name -- so tired that it's impossible to get any rest. So tired that your brain feels like it's turning to paste inside your skull.

When you're working this hard, it's impossible to sleep when you should. You have to spend time decompressing before you're ready, and before you know it, it's 2am and you've fallen asleep with your nose inside Mr Show: What Happened?!?" and you're dreaming about being caught in an endless comedy sketch loop.

Which is infinitely desireable to being caught in an endless work loop.
Which is the Hell I've been in for 21 straight days. So I'm sorry if I'm cranky. I'm sorry if I cut you off mid-sentence, and I'm sorry that I choked you to death for asking me how to make your font size bigger in CSS. But you have to understand that it'll all be over soon and I will be your Huggable Lovable Laura again. Till then, treat me nice. Buy me dinner. Make me coffee. Offer backrubs.