Why does it always seem that on Friday nights Iím still working long past the time when most poor suckers are out living it up on the town? Not that it matters, of course, since Iím not exactly one of your high rollers. But I couldnít seem to stop this afternoon. It was either the momentum that kept me going, or the fear that Iíd never get the momentum back if I stopped.
The other incentive to keep working beyond the norm came in the mail today. Come to think of it, it probably came in the mail yesterday, but since I didnít pick up the mail yesterday I didnít get it until today. Maybe itís just as well, since I didnít have much going for me yesterday. I was probably in a better position today to absorb the fact that Iím going to be audited again in a week and a half.
Okay, now Iím depressed. I see whatís ahead of me, and itís a massive amount of work in too little time. Iíll just have to work a little harder, keep going past the early sunsets. I might even have to get up in the morning for an earlier start. (Nah.)