Just this side of complete incoherence

I have just been swamped with work for the last two months. I've worked until 1:30, 1:45 am for the last three nights. I can hardly even think what to say next. I'm not feeling sorry for myself, just wistful. I miss my notebook and my sewing machine and my guitar.
And I'm really, really tired.

I have to make sure to remembers how this feels when business slows down and we start worrying about the lack of work.

Humans are just never satisfied.
Back to work so I can go to bed sometime tonight.