And the week slogs on and on. Just gotta get through today and tomorrow, and then the insanity will be behind me.

I get amnesia about this every year, and with good reason. If I remembered how crazy this event makes people, I'd run screaming into the night long before the planning started. It's all an interesting study in how people handle stress. The control issues, the simmering rage, the temper tantrums. I find myself just sitting back to watch the show, and I keep dodging the bullets. When it threatens to get at me, I take a lot of deep breaths or I go hide in the bathroom.

The rest of the work we do. That's what makes me go back every day. This one thing is just a tiny aberration in the grand scheme.

I'm unconsciously (well, now consciously) making myself late for work here. Andiamo.