Hours of overtime so far this week: 32
Sleep last night: none
Sleep on the couch in the ladies' room: 1.5 hours.
I've now used Irish whiskey for mouthwash (a co-worker had it in a desk, this person shall remain nameless) and my finger for a toothbrush, and I'm in a co-workers sweatshirt and am so achy I can hardly stand. I actually just sent an intern out to get me coffee. I mean, she offered. But I'm that person now - that 'get me coffee' person. People are giving me random hugs and chocolate, a sure sign that I look like I'm at death's door.
Almost done. Giant project almost complete.