Work has officially taken over my life.
For the last 3 weeks, besides for a half-hour of tv here or there, I basically wake up, work for 10-12 hours, eat dinner (read: food that came in a can) and zonk out.
I've given up on taking lunches too. Lunch. What is that? That's a foreign concept to me. It sounds vaguely familiar...
My desk is stashed with nutrition bars, nuts, chocolate, and the occasional dried fruit package. It's like Survivor, the desk-drawer edition.
And you know what?
It's still ok with me.
I like what I do. I like the people I work with (for the most part). And I still like not thinking about making personal choices. If I could only work in a few more fresh fruits and vegetables here and there, things would actually be pretty perfect.
And friends. I miss my friends.