Chapter 2: the grind and the refind - Only slightly, really

I can feel my self going slightly mad with lack of sleep, or proper sleep (tonight it was the heat; I turned the A/C on and that helped, but my sleep was already disrupted). My memory is degrading, I'm having trouble focusing at times, constant dim headaches. But I'm still locked on the target. Still manically desperate to complete this project on time, when all tell-tale signs indicate that the deadline is going to go whoosh by without the project being completed. I try to do many things, and to my own judgmental eyes my efforts are shallow and in vain.

Perhaps this is a bit more dramatic than it is or ought to be. But what's life without a bit of drama?

And it's not all bad. The stillness at night brought me some crazy and interesting ideas...