{{Gud}}
So, here it is 10:45 on a Sunday night and I'm at work. I've worked about 20 hours this weekend on a project that is due 2/17. I still have a shitload to do on it, but I think/hope I can make the deadline.
Then, around 8 tonight, the owner emails me "edits" for another project that's due 2/14. In the world where edits=complete rewrite=at least 25 hours worth of work.
I feel like I need to curl up and cry.