Ugh.

Before the clock had even struck Wednesday, this has been the longest week of my life.

The commute to the new office, as anticipated, sucks. I did not, however, anticipate having to check myself for ticks once I got to my desk 90 minutes after leaving the house.

Today has been so busy that I had to leave work early just to get to the airport 30 minutes late so we could pick up a friend up who'd flown in from London. From there, Monk and I grabbed a quick meal and I took the opportunity to get to the gym and work out some aggression on the rowing machine: average split time for the duration of a 2000 meter session? 2:28.6. I couldn't have done it without the white-hot hatred I feel towards my new daily commute.

After that catharsis, it was back home for another 80 minutes of late-night work and now I'm trying to get to bed before I lose the power to continue resisting the urge to check a couple of RSS feeds.