(No, this isn't me, obviously, but it easily could be.)
What. A. Week.
I'm so glad it's over.
My fingers are raw from typing, my eyes bugged out from staring at a computer screen all day, every day.
I am emotionally and physically exhausted, and ready for a break.
I'm glad that now that I'm done with my deadline and have one month of this job under my belt, that I now know exactly how NOT to do this job. Procrastination = very bad things.
Today I will be spending my time deciding whether to catch up on some much needed sleep (I hit my deadline at 3:30 this morning), do some much needed house cleaning, or treat myself to some much needed do-whatever-I-want time.