Today, I spent twelve hours straight copyediting a manuscript. I worked through breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I didn't move from my chair except to acquire food or go to the bathroom.
I am still not done.
I kind of want to die.
I need to go put on a mindless DVD and scrub the lines of text from the inside of my eyelids. I don't even think I have the hand-eye coordination left to knit. Oy.
I need a vacation so bad it hurts.