with angst over work and then, of course, the subsequent angst over
getting to sleep so as to be well enough rested for work (also known as
self-perpetuating angst). I wish I didn't get myself worked up so
easily in the evenings. I need to remind myself that it's just work,
and not a matter of life and death (although a matter of taxpayers'
money, but I don't have all that much control over that aspect of
Anyway. Sipping my coffee, trying to wake up and produce stuff.
Everybody's in that end-of-fiscal-year-state where everything is URGENT!
URGENT! URGENT! It doesn't help me get things done much faster -- it
just makes me anxious the whole time I'm doing them. Yeah, I bet that
leads to better work.
Ah well. Monday is only eight hours long.