Why Am I So Tired?
Utterly. Freaking. Exhausted. All the time.
I’ve had a vicious To Do list that I’ve been working on wittling down for the past year. I’ve hated it. Every moment of it. But some things just have to get done because the alternative for not doing it is worse.
I just wrote the first draft of my “Intent Letter” to get myself “promoted” at work. I put the quotes around that word because it’s all a big joke. But little twits just out of school are all foamed up applying also but I might as well.
I leave for my first real vacation in over 16 months on the 18th of July. It can’t come fast enough. Maybe then, when more things are done and I’ve caught some brain rest I can conjure up the energy again to have anything remotely interesting to say and the energy to write in here. And finish that novel I wrote about work. That I never finished. Because I was too freaking tired.

