George Washington was in his office writing. He was writing some letters and other paperwork he had to do, and had to send some off to Congress.

Washington was tired, it was at least eight o'clock at night It was dark. He was slightly staring off into space but he was still working.

“Jesus..this is absolute hell.”

Washington spoke to himself, Washington was tired and felt his head slightly falling every few seconds but he caught himself before his head fell.