Things are a little crazy at work this week because one of the sites we’re working on is scheduled to launch today, but this actually meshes surprisingly well with my recent bout of plaguefulness. It turns out that when I’m sick, a little DayQuil and a lot of coffee allow me to enter some kind of work-based trance in which I can sit at my desk and work pretty much forever without needing to eat or sleep or stop typing. When I finally got up to go home last night, I realized that not only had my ass fallen completely asleep, but my legs had that kind of weird soreness you get on transatlantic flights. It’s not that I couldn’t have gotten up and walked around, it’s just that I didn’t.

I slept through my alarm this morning (thanks to DayQuil’s unholy demon cousin NyQuil) and am still feeling pretty awful, but the knowledge that just one work day stands between me and an entire weekend of sleeping and soup does wonders for my motivation.