Staring down at my hands with my square eyes, I note some extra veins bulging out to the rhythm of my typing. It's almost 0200 and I realize dimly that I've been in this chair, at this table, facing this computer screen for probably over 12 hours now. A few stops for things like lunch and dinner, and a brief pause to get a drink once in a while, but otherwise steady typing and/or furrowed brow.

Only two more days left in this long weekend, and so much more to do. I've already missed one planned social event, and hope that I won't miss more. Unfortunately, when I get into modes like this, leaving the computer is as painful as staying.

Sheena just pryed herself from the couch and, I expect, is preparing for bed. I suppose I should join her, as my focus is waining - proof of which being that I am typing these words rather than creating a login script for one of my contracts.

Time for blogging and photographing seems to be at a minimum these days, but at least it's paid work. There seems to be a lot of it however, and less of it tightly in my grasp at 2am on a Sunday than it was or seemed on Friday afternoon.

Perhaps thinking about it will only make it worse. Better to concentrate on the positives: I do have two more days to knock down the pile of work on this project, I'm learning a bunch of new things as I go (got PHP5 installed late last night), and I'm making good money for all this work - it's not like I'm sacrificing myself! And I've had a hot blonde giving me strokes of encouragement, love, and support all day while I type.

So, not so bad. But my brain does hurt some. Bedtime for sillybuggers...