If life was a trip...
The one question I consistently endured this fine Friday at work was "what's the matter with you?"
I'd answer, "what do you mean?"
They'd respond, "you look tired."
Indeed, between the burning sensation and the brightness of the sun, my eyes never fully opened all day. I guess balance in life isn't 11 hours of work to every 5 hours of sleep. The exhaustion built up over the week as I alternated between late-night work on the conference, overtime at work, and the 5 hours of sleep I could sneak in-between. It's just not right for my mental well-being if I may be so bold as to claim it.
The conference is looking much more comfortable, though, the work week is over, and I just have a few more things to tie up... The hill is partway climbed.