"Not really," I admitted."Not really," I admitted. "I'm not tired. My eyes would really rather be open right now." "I know the feeling," Aaden replied. He smiled and pulled up a PADD from under his seat, paging through displays looking for something to read. Admittedly, I did the same, but I told it to give me a secondary display and with a b/r headband I started back in on the design I'd taken this vacation to work on; the last thing I wanted was someone who was part of the AInet to be in the least bit aware of what I was doing. But sometimes, when I get really wrapped up in a project, I tend to reach a burn-out point. After about an hour of coding, I was starting to feel that feeling; my brain felt like molasses, the gears I sometimes think I can hear turning within were slowing down, grinding. I felt frustrated, too, because an hour isn't a long time; usually, I can go for four or five, sometimes ten, hours before I start to feel this way. |