Bring out the rubber mallet! And quickly.

[maystone]

I've been up and doing stuff for 21 hours now. But damn if my presents aren't all wrapped, so I claim a victory. Of cours when I can't move tomorrow, it shall be a pyrrhic victory, but what the hey. See the big thing is that when I keep going past when I should just call it quits, my body goes into overdrive and I can't really stop. I was staggering around my room picking pieces of lint off my rug. That's like saying you're only going to pick up the pinkish tinged portions of the grains of sand on a beach. (Seriously lots of lint here. Many cats. Many little pieces of paper left over from wrapping. But it does look substantially better because I am insane.

Going to sleep now. You just watch me.