So the plan was to stay away from computers for a week straight. This entire upcoming week. Unfortunately, despite intense, intense efforts on my behalf (an average of 10 hours in front of the computer every day since last Wednesday), I haven't 100% completed my work. I now have to bring my work with me on vacation. Boo-hoo.
I'm almost there. Just not quite. And I need to look things over when I've had some sleep, as right now I'm going on Excel-data-entry-under-deadline adrenaline. It exists, if you can believe it. It strikes somewhere near the nine-hour point, when you haven't slept for over 30.
So The Little Guy has shown up and I feel horrible because I've hardly been able to talk to him. I've given up on the last hour of work and have decided to move on to what's next: packing up a week's worth of random necessities into a bag and heading out the door. I'll just have to finish the job from an internet cafe in Marseille. That blows, but there's no way around it.
So much for a week without computers. (I was only really going for five days. One would thing it would be doable. But no.)
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