You know you're busy when:

- you make tea right when you get to work and two hours later rediscover it sitting next to your mouse, freezing cold, sugarless, and with the bag still in the cup

- it's the morning after the Oscars and you don't read a single recap, rundown, or Go Fug Yourself blog post

- you realize you haven't visited the firm's candy jar since you switched sections (seven days ago) and you don't immediately head downstairs to rectify the situation

- you get an email that there is an authentic king cake, shipped straight from New Orleans, in your floor's kitchen and you forget to take a piece

- your husband calls you to tell you he's picked your child up from daycare and you worry he interrupted nap time- and then realize it's nearly 6 p.m. and your tea is still sitting next to your mouse and you're pretty sure you haven't drank anything all day

And finally, you know you're busy when all of this happens Monday morning and you don't have time to write about it until Tuesday night at 8:30, minutes before you brush your teeth, decide you're too exhausted to wash you face, and tuck yourself in bed embarrassingly early. Tomorrow is my 26th birthday and I'll be damned if I'm going to face it feeling like I've been run over by a truck. Or a bus. I'm giving myself the gift of 8+ hours of sleep, and right now that seems almost as good as a fancy camera.