I got in almost two hours late because I felt icky and knew what an evil day I had ahead of me. I'm glad I slept (I SO needed it), but I'm REALLY working against the clock now.
I have so much adrenaline running through my veins it's not funny. I've managed to get rid of a lot of my irrational fears over the past year or two, but I'm still an adrenaline junky. Give me a deadline, and I will procrastinate until the last minute. Ah, sweet, sweet adrenaline! Luckily, with this job, I've no need to procrastinate. There's just too much that needs to be done all the time. It's like collapse, in 3-D realtime, always on level 9.
Soon I'll have a two-hour consultation. It's supposed to be one-hour, but I know this guy-- it'll be two, and we'll manage to cram about four hours' worth of info in there. He'll give me as much or more info as I'll give him, I'm sure. I shall be fried by 2p. I should get the important things done in this next half hour while I still have a brain.