So, my 12-day week finally ended. I will be billing about 140 hours for that week. It's so strange to be out in "the real world". We went out last night to see The NecroTonz play, and I couldn't seem to make small talk that didn't involve work. This morning was the first breakfast I ate at home in a long time. I've been so trained to be at work, that I'm at a loss for what to do at home today. I guess I need to wash my car and clean the house for a while.