I got up at around 8, was in front of the comp by 8:30, and now it's 12:32 and I'm finally punching out. Fifteen hour days have been the watchword for about a week and a half. The festival, some deadlined client work, a whole bunch of job searching and a film reviewing career or two, and suddenly, you're making beavers look positively lethargic, with only occasional breaks to eat sandwiches, watch House, or lead a field trip to the Science Centre. I'm certainly not one to shy away from a bit of hard work - actually I've been known to enjoy it - and I certainly recognize the irony of having sweet fuck all to do for about five months and then to suddenly have every manner of thing descend upon me all at once, but still, this shit is stretching muscles I didn't know were gone. Where did my muscles go? What am I, about to turn 30 with nothing to show for it or something?