Worst Thing About Working Until 10:30PM #851:
I’m exhausted but, having just removed the strain of a few dozen papers from my shoulders, I feel giddy with release and want nothing more than to stay up and actually do something beyond sitting at a desk grading.
That, or it may be the coffee I had but a few short hours ago.
Going stir-crazy. Tonight will mark three twelve-plus hour days in a row. Physical exertion of that magnitude I can handle; concentrated mental exertion I find much more strenuous. Fatigued, I can barely keep my eyes open, let alone concentrate, yet have another thirty-odd research essays to hack through over the next four hours.
I’m walking for a coffee. Getting some exercise and air should clear my mind and caffeine will work to pry my lids open.