|Fun fun fun!
||[Mar. 23rd, 2006|01:56 pm]
Dragged myself out of bed early this morning, did the homework I needed to accomplish for class tonight, and then jumped in the shower.
After the shower, laid back down on the bed, sweating and panting like I had run a marathon. While extremely nauseated.
And yet, here I am, at work. I'm very impressed with my stamina, because I have clearly been here at least 17 hours already today. No matter what the damned clock says.
Can't figure out what's wrong with the environmental controls, either. First I'm freezing, then I'm sweating, then I'm freezing again. All in a matter of minutes.
The halls are also a lot longer now. It's about a quarter mile to the bathroom. And somehow uphill both ways.
So why am I here? Simple: there's work that needs doing, and no one but me to do it.
Here's the great irony, though. I've pretty much accomplished all the deadline-stuff. I really could go home, once I've talked to one more person. But I have class tonight, so what would be the point of driving all the way home only to turn around and come back?
Responsibility is great stuff, lemme tell ya.