Still, I slept less than three hours last night. I put off some website work until the well beyond the last possible moment. Work and stress has my brain and guts all tied up in knots. But I think I made some progress in the wee hours. I have to show it to the client at 10, so I'm going to need a Frappaccino infusion to stay conscious. After the meeting, I'll probably go home and crash like Dale Earnhardt at the Daytona 500.
I feel... oddly enough... I feel like a rabbit with a pancake on its head.