divine angst

I feel weak. I spent the entire day in front of my computer, working on a hellacious task. And when I was done with everything I could do from home, I took a look at how much I had left, thinking it would be only a small slice.

Nope. I have, easily, a third of this task left to do. And I’ve already invested a good 15 hours into it over the last week or so. I have potentially 5 or 6 more hours of work to do on this thing, and the very prospect of it is making me weak, nauseous, and angry.

If I live through this week, I promise never again to complain about my regular workload. Or at least not for a godo while. Like, a couple of weeks.