@kov: where i'm concerned, there is blackout time every now and then, unfortunately. more or less once per year, especially when i have to spend about 30% of my workdays on trips here and there, i just collapse. this year it started on february 20th, when i crashed my scooter into a cab: very weird for me, i am normally a very careful driver. the event was minor and nobody got hurt, but it was a clear sign of fatigue: i went on to accidentally erase my code on the 23rd, and then promptly fell sick with a fever on the 25th. i'm still not feeling well and will probably need a week of downtime to recover.
besides my regular day job, which is mightily enjoyable and has great career perspectives anyway, i do hold another one as a consultant and author for a publishing company (school textbooks). not to mention that i'm constantly up to some brownian motion kind of thing, such as choosing and getting flat #1 in 2003, and choosing and getting flat #2 in 2006 - progressing to more difficult levels each time at that, because flat #1 was (badly) furnished and finished, flat #2 required an enormous amount of work and loads of money in designer furniture, but now every day when i get back home i pat myself on the back and think i'm cool.
i also do a bit of stock market trading, manage the family estate, and try to also manage the family lest they inflict too much damage upon themselves (this is, however, harder than the rest put together).
the publishing job has an erratic workload; for example, when it was time to write the text for the new release of a book i'm co-authoring with two others i hardly had a free weekend in about four months. right now, i'm just waiting for the publisher to send back amended draft, so there's nothing to do.
all of this stuff may seem a lot, and it probably is, although it really doesn't make any difference in how people see me, so i am divided between thinking that i'm only doing it for the money (not tr00 - you might not believe me on this, but i am not that interested in money per se) and that i'm a star in some kind of cosmic joke, running on the wheel until i die from exhaustion and that's that, goodbye, large estate left to cats. it's still better than hanging around and doing nothing that stands a chance of surviving me, which would be the alternative, so i'm pretty happy with the current arrangement, bar the fever.