Bad Sign

I dropped Ben off at his house, and walked in the door about 20 minutes ago. The first words out of my mouth, to absolutely no one (expect perhaps my cat) was:

What the fuck? It’s 2:30 AM?

Gah. Justin and Ben kept up these crazy sort of hours, back at the very beginning of things. When it was just the two of them, and they were getting all the sites in order… they pulled insane hours for a solid three months. It’s been barely a week of these types of hours for me, and already I’m wanting to complain at every turn.

Ben and I didn’t eat dinner last night. We were both working away and, though I thought of food, the moment passed and the next thing I know it’s close to 1:30 AM.

Do other people work like this? Is this commonplace, or are we just freaks?

I missed out on seeing Joe last night, and what most certainally was a memorable party.

Because I was working.