I am still at work. This is atypical for me, and it's just karma wheeling around, so I'm really not complaining. It's actually kind of nice to feel virtuous for a change, rather than guilty--staying late, putting my nose to the grindstone, living the dot-com dream. But still. Gyah. My brain hurts and is starting to go blank and staticky at odd moments. I don't think I'll be productive much longer. I wish I had the stamina to work through the night, I really do. I briefly contemplated sleeping under my desk--taking little catnaps and then giving bursts of attention to work until tomorrow morning--but I am rather afraid a security guard will find me and things will get complicated. Plus, ow. Cramped, and a hardness of thin carpet.

But I have to be for an 8:30 meeting tomorrow...hmm, no, wait. I could call in from home, go back to sleep for a while, then come in by 10:30 for my one-on-one.

Yeahhh. I've just realized that I'm too sleepy to be amusing. Good night, John Boy.

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