So much work to do.
My house is a mess.
I haven’t read a book in two days.
I’m stuck on some stupid candy crush level that I’m sure I’ll never get passed — only in part because I don’t have time to play.
Lola is a pathetic showgirl with her little cone and her sore belly.
Skeeter is a pathetic poodle because her showgirl is pathetic.
Have I mentioned the house is trashed?
I have to work all weekend. I mean really work all weekend.
I haven’t gotten more than five hours sleep a night in about three weeks. In fact I’ve been lucky to get four hours of sleep a night.
I haven’t done any art journaling in two weeks.
So do conference calls.
I haven’t called my dad.
Jenn’s called me twice and I’ve had to decline both calls because I was on conference calls with no end to the workday in sight.
I miss JMP.
Tired. Very, very tired.