God, it looks like a frat house in here. Or the aftermath of a legendary LAN party. I’m running on so little sleep– two days at between three and four hours. Went to bed this morning at three, woke up about seven. Spent all day yesterday coding and editing. ALL day. Like, I was awake for twenty-two hours and I was at my computer for twenty-one of them. I made myself get up a couple times so I didn’t turn into one of those people on the news that dies of a blood clot and is held up as a warning to the others. I did not do laundry or vacuum or clean up dishes or pick up coats or anything Typical Mom– I just sat in front of my keyboard, wrapped in a big blanket and no pants, and worked with headphones on. The kids, God bless their hearts, were nerding out too or with friends, so I could just power through. Around four in the afternoon I looked across the desk at Jason (also coding for twenty-one hours) and announced OH EFF I’M HUNGRY, HAVE I EATEN ANYTHING TODAY, I THINK I’M GOING TO DIE and then was like LET’S ORDER PIZZA, I’M NOT COOKING. I emerged from my cocoon to eat two slices, and then took a two-liter of Diet Pepsi back to the office and just drank it straight from the bottle because All Class Here.