Tracks of my Tears

I remember these conversations I used to have with my manager Jason. We'd talk about those glory days in the future when we'd both work sane hours, get off work early, go work out, watch a movie, live normally, leave our weekends open. But I've come to realize that will never happen. Working at will always be an all or nothing thing for both of us.
You find yourself working at midnight on a weekday, squinting with eyes dried out from staring at a computer screen all day, typing and spinning over a million things in your head. At times like this, you just have to take a break from your computer, scoop yourself a small bowl of ice cream (preferably if it contains caffeine of some variety), put on Smokey's "The Tracks of my Tears," and dance around your room in your boxers singing.
I'm not saying I'm doing that right now...but I'm not denying it either.