Am having one of those days when the work is piled as high as my ears and none of it looks very inviting. After a couple very large holes were blown in my week (taxes, my main computer breaking down and having to be lobotomized and then hauled into the shop, and finally blowing a flat on the way to said shop), I'm running about seven days behind. Am currently wondering exactly how many hours of sleep will need to be sacrificed, and how many 2-liters of Mountain Dew will need to be chugged, in order to catch up again. Yuck.

And I was so looking forward to having a weekend right now. Rats!