I got into my cab this morning and slid down in my seat and imagined that the front half of me was pinning the rest of me down. It was oddly satisfying. But it’s set the tone for the rest of the day.
*slides lower down*
I’m tired. We did a send off party for a friend yesterday, and I did a small celebration of my own the night before. And here I am today, half asleep and in pain, feeling more acidic than I’d like to be.
(The pain is a leg thing, in case you’re wondering. It does not come from working out or anything as commendable as that. My reasons are lame and domestic. I would say more but I won’t. I am not proud.)
I need to recharge my batteries.
For the rest of this week, I’m going to go straight home from work, eat simple, real food, and make sure I do zero things in my spare time. I’m also going to read some high quality, grown-up literature. I’ve read way too many easy books lately, and I’m afraid that my brain will turn into mush at this rate.
And now my break is over. I should really get back to work and hope that nobody from work is reading this. Nobody who’d judge me, anyway.