  I picked the wrong week to stop huffing industrial solvents. It's 6:00 on Tuesday and I've already logged a 21-hour workweek. And it doesn't look like I'll be out of here anytime soon tonight. Good thing it's goregous outside so I'm not wasting a perfectly beautiful late-summer evening toiling away for The Man. On the plus side, one aspect of my overwhelming workload is coordinating our company's entries in the international urlLink Caples Awards . And no fewer than nine of the 20 entries our office decided to submit this year were written by me. So I'm either a rock-star copywriter or a sucker for every potentially-award-winning project that comes my way. But right now I'm just a stressed-out conjugation queen. Ugh. Good thing urlLink Queer Eye is all reruns tonight. 
