Within two weeks of arriving at Ximian, in April 2000, I had pulled my first 36-hour shift, discovered the wonderful condition called “keyboard-face,” and spent nearly 100 dollars on high-caffeine beverages and diGiorno pizzas delivered to my door by the late lamented Kozmo.com.
I have never felt the kind of stress that I do now. My entire spinal column hurts, my head throbs, I can feel my gut clenched all day while I sit at my desk, and half a dozen times a day I feel my heart beat rapidly in my chest and find it difficult to breathe. I think Brainshare might be to blame, but I can’t really tell. With any luck I’ll feel better by April.
Secretly Ironic 