So fkn tired

My job is an interesting one. Most days I can survey the headlines and know, in varying degrees of detail, the whole story - the part that isn't printed. It can be fascinating, addictive and on occasion, fun.

But when it blows up, it blows up big. For the last three weeks I have been running for probably 12-16 hours day, including weekends, working on something. There is an end to it - it just keeps getting pushed back.

As a result I am tired. Fkn tired.

There are all kinds of blog posts I've started and not finished because there hasn't been time and I hate not being able to write the fun stuff after a day of writing the seriousasdeath stuff.

I'm not seeking sympathy (though I won't object if you give me some. I wouldn't object to a drink either.) but rather just trying to explain the lack of entries here.

I have noticed the more tired I get, the more fixated on small, irrelevant details I get. Like, why do women wear high heeled, open toe shoes that are too small and thus their toes are hanging over the end? It's gross.

And don't your toes get rug burn as you traipse along the carpet? Why not just buy the next half-size up and have shoes that, oh, I don't know, fit?

You can see the meagreness my brain is capable of these days.

I hope you all are well and I do promise more here soon.

xoxox L.