Deprivation for life

Day 1 & 2: The last 35 hours had been the pinnacle of the horrendous stretch we had had to endure in realizing the expectations of a significant milestone. Puffy eyes and foggy heads are a norm amongst us all. This had been, fortunately, cushioned by a sinful but unintentional 13 hours of sleep. It was a much needed one. One that has provided a way out from the problems and the awful lot of work. Albeit momentarily, but sleep never ever felt so good. Teh was worried however about some metals in cardboxes that we took our pathetic catnaps on, that they could have suffered under our weight and be bent.

Day 3 & 4:Nothing is comparable to being able to nap the day away at 2.30 pm. What is utterly frustrating though, is realising upon waking up that we have got to be in the office by midnight for the next preparation.

I look ahead with the timeline in mind and found out to my dismay, that a drop of this vicious cycle is no where to be seen. And if I recall all that had past properly, the pattern strongly suggest it will be tougher. And before that comes, I can't wait for my next trip back.