Physical exhaustion is a bitch, sure—but mental exhaustion? That's an entirely different animal. It doesn't just creep in; it drags you down by the spine and chews on your neurons like bubblegum.
By 8 AM, I was face-first in my keyboard, brain feeling like it had been spun in a Vitamix set to "obliterate."
The last thing I remember was thinking about neural networks. The next? Darkness. Sweet, dreamless oblivion.
Three hours later, I came back online—still in a hoodie I had put on, eyes crusty, back sore, and brain... surprisingly sharp. Like I'd rebooted instead of rested. System Refresh: Complete. Sunday had arrived in full color.
I could already hear the sounds of weekend life drifting up from downstairs—pots clinking, someone yelling about laundry, and the distinct hum of a vacuum cleaner being weaponized.
It was time to pretend I hadn't just made more money overnight than Mom had in the last six months combined.
