Sit in traffic. Think about how if your freakin' speakers weren't broken, you could listen to the traffic report on the radio and possibly avoid some of this mess. Think about how there's no way to fix your speakers any time soon. Then, since you're still in traffic, think about all the gas you're wasting sitting in traffic. Think about all the money you're wasting on the gas you're wasting sitting in traffic. Repeat seven hours later on the drive home.
Try to organize the two papers you still have to finish writing in the next 36 hours. Realize that you really have no freakin' idea what you're doing on one of them, and only a vague grasp on the other. Then realize that there's absolutely no way you can finish these papers on time without at least one and possibly two all-nighters.
Spend two hours listening to people talk about sex (believe it or not, as part of yet another work project). Note the palpable sexual tension in the room. Then realize that while everyone else in the room gets to go home to significant others tonight, your boyfriend is in Prague or Copenhagen or Berlin or somewhere, so you're not going to get to really relieve the sexual tension for two weeks. And you're going to have to deal with all this sex talk at least five or six more times between now and then.
It's going to be a long two days, and a much, much longer two weeks.
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