I’ve downed the last of my second cup of coffee, and am working at the dining room table. I expect I’ll be here into the wee hours: I have a couple make-them-or-quit deadlines this week. So I’ve got an unnatural amount of caffeine in my system (is there a natural amount?), Pirates of the Caribbean on as visual background (it’s so wonderfully absurd, yet is very finely crafted), and my Southern rock playlist on as audio background.
Wasn’t I supposed to either not have to work this way after graduate school, or get smarter? I always imagined that I would be able to keep normal hours when I got older.
Though truth be told, I’m used to working this way, and my system even seems to require a late night every couple weeks. Now back to work.