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Anatomy of an 18 hour day

Hour 1: You've been awake for an hour now and you're feeling okay. There is still sleep in your eyes but you know it will wear off soon. Energy = 2.

Hour 2: After a nice hot shower, you're feeling pretty good. Eat some breakfast and you're feeling even better. You almost feel like you're gonna make it. Energy = 4.

Hour 3: Adrenaline is now starting to kick in. When it subsides, you refresh it with some caffeine. You're really cooking now. Energy = 6.

Hour 4: You've now begun whatever it is you've set out to do. You're in the throes of action and your body is humming right along. Whatever it is, you can handle it. Energy = 8.

Hour 5: Hour 4 is now a distant memory and you wish you had that energy back. Your psyche is beating you like a rented mule and you wish people would stop bothering you. Why is that freakin' phone ringing again? Energy = 7.

Hour 6: Where the hell is my secretary? Oh, I don't have a secretary. You're in big trouble now. People you used to like are now turning on you. You can't even think about sleep. Still trying to turn water into wine. Energy = 7.

Hour 7: You're starting to imagine things and have arguments with your pencils. Words that you were reading have jumped on the page but are now camouflaged in the carpet. You'll never find them in there. Damn it! Did I take off my pants again? Energy = 6.

Hour 8: The things you did this morning feel like they were done yesterday. The food tastes like it was made out of play-doh. Is that someone singing or a cat in heat? I hate that sound. You'd love to stop and rest but you press on -- just out of habit. Energy = 5.

Hour 9: Everyone else is trying to help you but they don't know how so they go home. You're starting to feel like you're accomplishing something but the few stragglers left keep you working. Energy = 5.

Hour 10: Oh, god... not even half way done. Wait, yes you are. Words and numbers are now like a foreign language to you. Was that Arabic? I need another shot of caffeine. Energy = 4.

Hour 11: You're starting to get a second wind thanks to the Coca Cola. Bodily functions now seem to take care of themselves, without you having to remind them. Energy = 7.

Hour 12: The 'giddy' stage kicks in and you find you're making jokes at everything. Your two favorites are "that's what SHE said" and "..and so's your face". Here's how they work:

Them: "This is just not working."
You: "That's what SHE said. Oh, wait..."

Them: "You're really working hard today."
You: "...and so's your face".

Hmm. Not as funny now that I'm writing them down. Energy = 6.

Hour 13: The giddiness continues but in a strange way. You say things like "I've been at work for 13 hours -- this day has pubes". Energy = 6.

Hour 14: You feel as though you've gone off the deep end and your co-workers are asking if you need help. When you ask 'why?' they say it's because your belt is caught in the copier. Energy = 5.

Hour 15: All the caffeine and sugar you've consumed during this day are starting to take their toll. You can feel the 'crash' coming soon. It's like sitting on a surfboard facing a wave that grows ever higher in front of you. You are starting to point out the fact that part of the sentence you just said were the lyrics to a Bruce Springsteen song. Energy = 4.

Hour 16: You're having a hard time being rational at this point but you get to go home now. You want to sleep but your adrenaline has buoyed you this far and is not ready to give up the fight. You begin watching shows that you would not ordinarily watch and comment on people's choices. Why does SpongeBob SquarePants live in a freakin' pineapple when everyone else live under a rock? Energy = 3.

Hour 17: You are fading fast. Caffeine and sugar have run out. Adrenaline is trying to 'suit up' again but isn't finding an audience. You announce things loudly even though no one is there but you. There is all kinds of gravity in your house and you have no control. Energy = 2.

Hour 18: You have nothing left. You have put it all out on the field and not even a cement body cast could hold you up. Even the hottest woman on the planet offering sexual favors could keep you from your appointment with the pillow. Getting in between the sheets feels better than sex, at this point. You don't have much time to grasp any concepts because you're asleep. Energy = 1.

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