So, nobody needs another plague post, but let me tell you. I’ve been running full speed since last August, with just a little lull in January. In March — you remember March, it was 100 days long — I was supposed to take a very long weekend off. I was downing tools, getting the hell away from screens, and disappearing off somewhere with a book in one hand and currency in the other with which to pay people to bring me cocktails and meats. If I don’t switch off and go dark for a week every six months, when I’m working at this speed, bad things happen.
Well, it’s April. I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in a month. And my system for surviving 1000mphclub, it turns out, has failure points. Like, everywhere I usually go is closed and I’m not allowed outside. Hahahah.
I started crashing on Monday. Thought it would pass, and that it was just down to a lot of sudden work pressure of the using-up-decision-cycle kind. Today I barely made it out of the grocery store under my own power.
So I guess it’s time for me to figure out a new way of doing things, too.