I worked all day Wednesday, all night Wednesday/Thursday, and all day Thursday. I quit at 4:30 on Thursday, saying, "I haven't slept in 40 hours, and my short-term memory is completely shot."
I slept for fourteen hours. When I got up on Friday morning, I checked my voice mail, expecting to have messages from work from the time I had been asleep. Instead, I had three messages: one from Maya leadsynth, one from Monica keystricken, and one from my friend Nick. All were variations on, "Hi. I [miss you|love you|made it to DC safely]. Talk to you soon. Don't work too hard."