I'm at work.

Yes, right now. *points to date* *points to time*

Damn Saturday-at-noon deadlines. Thankfully, it has yet to click with my brain that I got up about four hours earlier than I do on most weekdays, so hopefully, by the time it figures out it's been abducted to parts unknown, I'll have it caffeinated into docility.

*looks at that last sentence* Eh, it's too early to figure out if "docility" is actually a word. I'll just pretend it is. Hope my work isn't effected by my new and expanded vocabulary.

And twelve hours later...

...I'm still at the office.

Thoughts are going through my head right now that are very unlike me. Thoughts of snapping necks until everyone's dead. That would be nice.

I'm Jack Bauer, and this is the longest day of my life.

Clock-in time: 5am.
Clock-out time: 10:15pm.
Total work hours: 17.25.

*passes out*