Breaking Point
I may at present be as close to a nervous breakdown as I have ever been in my life.

All I post about is work, because all I do is work. And yet I have been, for the past month and a half, apartment hunting, as well. Because I don't have time to do both, I have been cutting back on sleep.

I am behind at work. Attorneys are calling to rush jobs they didn't book as rush jobs. I worked till 7:00 last night. Today had an all-day deposition, with no lunch break, that the attorney wants e-mailed to him on Monday. I will relive this all-day job twice or more this weekend. Monday I will be in the office trying frantically to get this job to him on time. Tuesday I have an out-of-town job. Wednesday I have an out-of-town job that the attorney wants done overnight, no kidding. Thursday I have an out-of-town job. Friday I have an out-of-town job booked as a rush. Between driving and reporting, I don't know when I'll get to the work I have piling up on my desk at the office.

It's 6:15 on Friday. I'm at the office. I'm too crazy and stressed to get anything done, but I can't go home, because there is too much work to do. I don't have time to go to the store, and I'm about to run out of essentials like toilet paper.

And I can't think of anyone to call.