I’m becoming nocturnal

The week before deadline, it’s like everything in my life gets flipped upside down. Dirty dishes start piling up. I eat when I remember instead of when I should. I work through the night and sleep when I’ve finished what I’m working on, no matter what time that may be. I rarely go to sleep before the birds start singing.

My legs are sore from sitting down at my desk for such extended periods of time. I’ve drunk about forty-three cups of tea and coffee over the last two days and eaten two whole packs of biscuits. I’ve trained once all week.

Still, beats working in a McJob.