That's my new Olympic sport, and I am damn good at it. These last few days before holiday break have been horrendous. Truly, I am running just as fast as I can, but my ass drags behind me, caught in a never-ending cycle.
I try to pump myself up, just the same. My co-worker and I make tea during our planning block, pretending that it's making a difference. I don't believe that it is, but even the illusion of control is worth a try, so we pour ourselves some boiled water, drop in our tea bags and ...
Well, like I said, nothing is going to help us now that we are beyond "tired." I am still exhausted, but now I have the lingering flavor of Constant Comment on my tongue.
