No, no, it's not what you think! This time of year is the busy season on the job. I am approaching the tail end of another sixteen hour overnighter on the job (and there's no yerba mate involved, oddly enough), and I have to come back at 4PM. I know that, when I'm done at midnight, I'll go home and sleep for at least a day. I've eaten more fast food in the past weekend than I've eaten in the previous month (though I avoid the Arcs d'Or like the plague), just give me a bag of sodium to go please! I will make sure to bump up my vegetable intake considerably over the next few days.
This combination of intense periods of activity followed by a stretch of torpor is reminiscent of the lifestyle of a python or other large snake. It's certainly not an optimal way of life, but I think I can sustain it for a month. If I find myself eyeing the cat hungrily while trying to figure out how to unhinge my jaw, I'll seek psychological help.