November 14, 2001
The End
The bad thing about sick days is that you can’t get anything done, ’cause you’re sick.
I finished the book last night. The project isn’t over yet; I still have a bunch of screenshots due and we haven’t even gotten to author review yet. But the huge task of writing (and the accompanying psychological burden) is over and done with. Which is good, because frankly, I’m close to burned out. I hate feeling burned out, because then I feel like I’m not pulling my weight as much as I should. I should be thinking about pitching more article ideas, finishing projects at work, writing more tutorials for this site, and posting more DHTML and JavaScript links of note. Instead, I’m thinking about video games, camping along the coast, my new (and yet unused) pair of running shoes, guitar strings, diamond schlager blades. Maybe I just need a nap. Yeah, that sounds good.










