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A place where all the voices in my head can talk to each other |
| A place where all the voices in my head can talk to each other |
| Yeah, so, I like my job but it's killing me. I don't een keep track of my hours, just plunge myself into what I need to do 110% and am such a busy little bee that it makes me want to puke. The thing is, I DO like what I do. I just don't have time or energy for anything else. In the evenings all I want to do is sleep. And when Friday rolls around, I'm as good as dead. No brain activity, no oomph, nothing. I hate it. So I love that, which causes me to hate the way I feel. Smart, eh? It has even caused me to wonder about my writing. Obviously I'm not that committed, right? If I were, I would drag myself to the computer night after night and hack away at it, right? If anyone out there has any ideas what to do, I would very much like to hear them. Not writing shrivels up my soul, and putting food on the table shrivels up my energy. ARGH! |
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*Pets Ruby and gives her a BIG hug* Here Ruby, I brought some of those treats with me and we should detour home that way too because there are lots left to gobble up. 
LOL J/K 