In which I am officially pronounced dead

I've been working non-stop for the last 28 hours. I have the entire workday stretched ahead of me. Some scant dozen reports to write, some scant dozen documents to read and some scant hundreds resumes to weed through apart from my normal responsibilities. My neck and shoulder are ready to separate from my body, my head is ready to split into a million pieces and the thumb on my right hand feels numb. Today even killer-coffee is not working. All this with no vacation. If I didn't have to pay off my home loan, I would have just gone home and slept non-stop for 3 days.