I got absolutely sweet fuck all done today, because I had to deal with one interruption after another. It got so bad that at one point (during lunch, naturally), I found myself fending off a third-level nested interruption – i.e. an interrupted interruption got interrupted. And then the phone rang.
By then I had smoke coming out of my ears. It turns out that Dad was right; smoking IS bad for you.
So yes, I’m a little stressed.