Madness ensues

[darkemeralds]

We're not on the thirteen-hour-a-day schedule this week--just the regular stay-till-seven scenario that's beginning to seem normal.

The most gorgeous October days are going by outside and things are coming unplugged in my brain. I'm misspelling stuff (and not caring!), I can't focus on a task for more than six minutes at a time, and (this is the worst) I am thinking about work when I'm not at work. This must end.

My sanity, such as it is, is hanging by a thread.

The thread is made of music (I brought in my whole CD collection) espresso, surreptitious discussions about Supernatural with vampirefan and owzers, and at least one break per day out in the park.

Here's what constitutes the scissors: the number "35" writ large on the big board (representing the number of days till go-live), cubicle-mate two feet away talking on the phone, people in the next cubicle laughing, people with clattery clattery keyboards, throat-clearing, breathing, and generally existing. Oh, and too fucking many meetings,

In the "could be thread, could be scissors" category is my current phone screen saver, the black and white photograph of Jensen Ackles wearing an unzipped sweatshirt and laughing his head off.

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[emeraldsedai.livejournal.com]

Laughing Jensen will cheer you up every time you take a call. Guaranteed.