The "What Are You Doing This Moment" Thread

There's definitely a sort of colloquial "fugue" state that can occur late at night on a comp where you're too tired (and or buzzed) to do anything specific but not tired enough to go to sleep.
 
Waiting for the catastrophe that will be two 400kg steel beams bigger than the room they're going in (coming in through the most ridiculous roof entrance into a tiny corridor at a fucked angle) to be placed on pad stones that were put in less than 18 hours ago to unfold.

That and bracing myself for the torrent of bullshit from both right and left that will undoubtedly follow the shit in nice.