10:30 A.M.: My concentration is starting to falter. Sentences that say something like, "The sweatshirt is a 50/50 cotton/poly blend," occasionally end up reading like, "the sWeetshirrts are 5,000 poppy blenfs." This understandably slows me down a bit, partly because I can't stop wondering what a sweetshirt with 5,000 poppy seeds blended through it would be like. Some kind of amazing sweet-bagel hoodie? The world may never know ...
11:10 A.M.: I've been reading the same sentence for at least 10 minutes. Each time I restart it, it's completely new to me, such is the state of my memory at this point. It's like a mini Groundhog Day [link], but with less lessons about life and more "The water bottle has a snap-closure top."
12:30 P.M.: I thank every God I know, and some that I don't, that it's lunch time.
1:30 P.M.: After the lunch break, it's a little hard to get started proofing again. It's a bit like jumping back into a freezing pool again after you've just dried off. You know you'll get used to the water quickly, just like you did the first time, but the memory of the chill that drove you out of the pool isn't exactly leaving anytime soon either.
2:45 P.M.: I take small pleasure spinning in my chair in circles for a few minutes.
2:47 P.M.: I feel kind of dizzy.
3:25 P.M.: Sentences that used to appear as "the sWeetshirrts are 5,000 poppy blenfs," now are reading as "ALL FEAR THE HORNED DEMI-GOD GRONDAK, LORD OF TERROR AND ALL STINGING INSECTS, MAY THE SOULS OF CHILDREN TREMBLE AT MENTION OF HIS CURSED NAME. ALSO, THE FLEECE IS A 50/50 COTTON/POLY BLEND, AND FEATUTES A HIDDEN ZIPPER, RIBBED, ELASTIC CUFFS AND A REALLY NICE HOOD. SIZES S-5XL."
4:15 P.M.: This is the time in the day where my coworkers begin worrying, my mumbled whines about semicolons and Grondak feasting on my spirit causing moderate alarm. Sometimes Kyle will indulge me with a story about bourbon or Depeche Mode (sometimes combining the two if I'm in an especially sorry state), and other times Charlie will be burnt out too and challenge me to a match of "Name the Most Presidents" or "Where's Mike's Wallet?"