Done yesterday (20110210 Th)

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I ended the day totally drained, hugging Colleen's stuffed wombat, and all tensed up. I still don't know what the emotion connected to it was, beyond wanting to crawl into a hole and pull the hole in after me. Is overloaded an emotion? It doesn't seem to fit with a need for comforting. Grief? But why? Suggestions welcome.

I had a very productive, though very stressful, day at work; I was able to end it with a real sense of accomplishment. (We will ignore for the moment the fact that things changed out from under me and I had to diagnose more problems in the same code this afternoon after Seth changed it overnight.) But exhausting. I felt under tremendous pressure, and very close to the edge of breakdown.

We went out to Red Lobster for dinner, having skipped our usual dinner on the way home from Lamplighters Sunday evening. Shrimp and bacon-wrapped scallops. Yum.

A few good links under the cut.