"It's against the Geneva convention," stated one expert. "No human being should be forced to endure this shit sober."
I sit hunched over the glaring glow of my laptop in this piled high laundry wasteland that is my bedroom and I sigh. My roommates are outside in the living room "oo-ing" and "aw-ing" over the latest episode of BBC's Planet Earth II. A creature just narrowly and dramatically escaped the clutches of death from the sounds of it. I can't decide if I yet regret mixing a mug of ice cream with a glass of wine.
Stage 1: Denial (AKA outright lying to yourself because you're a dumbass) The overnight shift is going to be fine. I'm just going to go to bed late the night before, wake up late, down a Red Bull, and the knock it out. Whatever we're doing probably isn't going to take the full 8 hours …
Hullo? Is this thing still on?