Don't Try This At Home

Have you ever promised your boyfriend that you would be packed, for the trip you were both about to take, ahead of time, possibly for the first time in your entire life, and you realize that if you break this promise he would have every right to break up with you, and so you stay up until 1 in morning packing?

Have you ever discovered that it is 1:30 in the morning and you have no idea where your Passport is?

Have you ever torn your apartment apart at 2:30 in the morning?

Have you ever fallen sleep at 3:15, exhausted, beaten, and imagining a terrible future in your head?

Have you ever dragged yourself out of bed the next morning with all the energy of a slug on Valium, half an hour AFTER you were supposed to be AT work?

Have you ever gone to work without taking a shower for the THIRD DAY IN A ROW?

Have you ever packed up your cube while running a teleconference, since not only are you going to Whistler, but are also flying straight from Whistler to California, and will be there for a week, as in, over the time that your office is scheduled to MOVE from one building from another, and so you have to pack up in advance?

Have you ever left your cube in complete disarray while you dashed home, sending prayers to various deities that you would FIND YOUR PASSPORT, ALREADY?

Have you ever had such a profound sense of relief when, at lunchtime, back at your apartment, you finally lay your hands on your passport, that the subsequent energy crash from the four hours of sleep and huge adrenaline rush causes you to fall asleep at your desk?

No?

Good. Me either.