But I feel like we're always behind the 8 ball, and the SO is working what amounts to three jobs, and he doesn't see an end to it. But there has to be. We can't keep up like this indefinitely.

Something like this has been circling around the corners of my brain for a month or so now. I can hardly articulate it, because I haven't let it come to the forefront of the thoughts for long enough to really get it together into a big picture.

So, I'll just say -- I'm in this boat, too.

Skimmed. Should be doing work. Brain is dead. Feel like partial zombie. This secondary gig (helping ND) is wicked cool, wicked complicated, and really making the hamster run at full speed in my head. But the over nights is killing me. Too much caffiene in my system. Got home at 8:30am. Body woke up 2.5 hours later. Really? WTF. Like 6 hours of sleep in the past 72 hours. Thankfully, it's wicked cool, and the producer is super sweet. And helping ND out. But. Tired. If you hear of someone feasting on brains, it was me.

Oh, and casual observation... the times you need good nutrition are the times you don't have time for it, and eat the worst food you can have, which probably doesn't help the situation. Funny, no?

So, I'll just say -- I'm in this boat, too.

We're going to need a bigger boat.

We can't afford one.

Dang, I almost smiley-emoticonned that!

Well, if we get an island, we *really* need that bigger boat. IJS.

Dammit, Jim, I'm a carpenter, not a boat-builder!!

Start over, Noah, and this time don't just guess what a cubit is.

Wah-- first world problem, I want Chinese food, and am even willing to get in the car to get it, but the good place only takes cash, so I would have to make an extra stop. Feh. Also, got my hair colored today, and not only is it less highlights and more colored, I don't like the color.

Stop and get the cash, the good place is worth it.