That was work.
My eyes... they are streaked with red and they ache.
My brain... it is... well, same as it ever was. A bit overstimulated, happy yet vaguely restless.
Hundreds of templates were entered, worked with, rejected. I tweaked to no avail with many then dismissed them. Some lasted all of the time it took to load the page before revulsion overtook me.
In the end, something old, something new, something borrowed and something wavy worked out quite well.
As does a large antacid.