This week was possibly the biggest week I’ve had at work, and also possibly some of the worst sleep, caused less by the raw lack of time from so much work and more by the associated stress and anxiety. And also the knock-on effects of the coffee fuckup.

Basically, I’m working with an all-star team that’s been called in to handle a nearly impossible task, and we have put together a plan of action that can work, but only if we execute it flawlessly—there’s little room for error. Because the team is so energetic—truly, some of my favorite people to work with—I feel a tremendous sense of pride and duty to do my best for my peers and demonstrate that I “belong” with them, and that’s where the stress comes in: waking up randomly at like, 1 a.m. thinking: Am I doing enough? Am I pulling my weight?

Oh, also, completely unrelated, but you know how they say that the higher you go up in business, the higher the incidence of sociopathy? I think I met an actual sociopath this week on a meeting.