If I only work on stuff that doesn’t matter, it doesn’t count as being productive, and so I’m not overworking, right?
Kevin brought home some Theraflu that really works. I take it, and my sinuses are as clear as a bell, my cough subsides, my head doesn’t hurt. I am also as high as a goddamn kite. Like fascinated-by-Herculoids-reruns high. If I didn’t have a misspent youth behind me, and a highly developed autopilot as a result, navigating to the bathroom would be a dangerous experience. I am only taking this stuff in the evenings, mostly because it makes it impossible to work, but partly because that’s when the Herculoids come on.