Sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep, work...

Work work work work... that's all I'm doing and all I'm thinking about these days. I'm starting to get to the point that when I'm not working, I don't know what to do with myself. I'm not complaining... I'm giving myself a verbal warning. I don't want to turn into a work-aholic. I reassure myself that I'm not driven by ambition, but by a strong, sincere desire to support the troops, so to speak.

Just get through the next month...without developing a twitch.