Urk.

You know you're overdoing it when:

The boss says "come here and have a hug. By God you look like you need it."

You slam a steel filing cabinet drawer on your fingers, and watch it happen.

You realise you're having mild hallucinations (things moving in the corner of your vision, smoke that isn't there when you look at it) while you're driving.

You think your husband will approve of a six grand pay drop.

...

I have gotta sort this two job crap out. In the meantime, I think some sleep might not be a bad idea.