As if spending twelve hours a day together in the same office isn't quite enough, we do things like chill out over beers and chat till 5 in the morning on the weekends. The coworkers also feature regularly in my nightly dreams--this essentially means that I spend almost all my waking (and sleeping) moments with them. While this sounds depressing, I'm actually rather content.
And also because we do things like chat till 5 in the morning, I am now at the airport with 1.5 hours of sleep after a sleep-deprived week at work, trying to keep myself awake with a cold, overpriced ham and brie sandwich that I don't actually want to eat. Zzz.
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