a post that doesn't/won't make any sense, at all

Swamping myself with work gives me this peculiar high. Sort of like being hit by a gush of endorphines but without the sweating and heavy breathing and all those things that you experience while working out. Not only do I feel really really good, but I tend to sleep better at night.

Some people would conveniently consider me a "workaholic". But that - to me - is a bit misleading. By now, I'm pretty sure you're eyebrows are raised so high, it has already reached the back of your head. So before it touches your spine, let me explain.

Workaholics swamp themselves with work because thay have to, like an OCD type of thing. Who knows? There are plenty of crazy people in this world and they somehow have to live up to people's expectations. OR, maybe they're not really workaholics, per se, but they're just unfortunate enough to have boses that breathe down their necks as a regular pastime.

I, on the other hand, do it on a semi-regular basis for sheer enjoyment. And don't get me wrong, when I say work, I don't mean work-in-the-office. What I mean about work is doing the things that I like that are related to work-in-the-office and would like to do in the office but - due to forces uncontrollable by any mere mortal - can't. Okay. Now I'm confused.

I think I better stop before my mouth starts foaming.

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