Then, about 12:30 in the morning, as I was getting ready to go to bed, all I could hear was the hum from their speakers. So instead of retiring, or fighting back, I put on my headphones and watched some mindless TV myself. At two, they were still at it, but I couldn't stay up any longer.
At three I was still awake, trapped in my own skin, which seemed to crackle with an electric current. Nothing I did could relax my mind or body. I felt like bacon in a hot skillet, shriveling and shrinking and curling into a crispy, misshapen little ball.
Well, that's how I felt.
I was not ready for the alarm to go off this morning, even though I was already awake. I squirmed around for another half hour before realizing that getting up couldn't make things any worse. I stumbled through the morning at half speed, plodding my way down my to-do list.
It never really got any better, but I did enough work to meet my own modest standards. One thing I'm not going to lose sleep over is the quantity (or quality) of work I got done today.