Working Too Hard Can Give You a Heart Attack, Ack, Ack, Ack, Ack, Ack
Between the day job and another project we're in the middle of, we worked about a ten-hour day yesterday. Then last night we met an old coworker for a few drinks, which turned into more than a few drinks, which were followed by a few cigarettes, even though we decided last week we weren't buying smokes anymore, because of Peter Jennings, and then a late dinner of bacon cheeseburgers and fries (and, for some reason, a scotch or two) at the Corner Bistro.
We came home, passed out, and were awoken far too early this morning by what sounded like jackhammers outside our window. Eventually we gave up and got out of bed and started poking through the news, and just as we surfed to the New York Times homepage a big truck on the street right in front of out apartment decided to start bellowing his airhorn repeatedly. That's when we saw this story:
No one knows why? We've got some theories.
