Work is Work

Saturday morning and there is sunlight in my eyeball. This week was a pain. Four twelve hour days and one nine. Last night I scrounged in the kitchen at work and found a can of soup for dinner. I was so desperate I put pretzels in it. Pathetic. We have a project coming due the end of the year (seems like every year there's one at the end of the year), so we have a big push to try and get everything done. I think we're winding things up. It looks good for xmas and new years. And thankfully, no work for the weekend.