When finally getting a quiet minute away from my hellish professional existence (that's been exacerbated by the looming 15th deadline) with a nutritious dinner from the Taco Bell dollar menu it dawned on me (after realizing that even though I did literally nothing for 48 hours, I'm already exhausted by 17:00 on Monday) that I have no idea whatsoever what precisely is holding me together anymore.
The more bemusing question that follows is, if I don't know what I'm even running on anymore, how can I know when it's all gone?