It's been one of those days.
An hour drive to work. One thing hitting me after another so I'm on chat and e-mail at the same time while trying to investigate bugs until about 2:00. Merely busy after that until it's time to drive an hour home, grocery store, make dinner, read to the kids, I feel like my wife thinks everything I'm doing is wrong, and I feel wound super tight. Most days I feel like I'm constantly running out of time for... well, everything. Today is just non-stop things to do or stress.
No real point, just venting. I finally just declared I needed to be alone and isolated myself.