AboutI complain about the mundane and get distracted by the ridiculous
I’ve been going through several rounds of “interviews” for a new job and I need to finish up my submission so that I have something to send before the weekend. It’s a lot of research and writing and nitty gritty details and I’m so, so tired that I would give virtually anything to be passed out in my bed right now.
Like, passed out, with a cell phone game still halfheartedly playing in my limp hands.
For real, though, I know all parents are tired, all people are tired, No 1 Currrr, blah blah blah, but I am rull fucking tired y’all and Fitz hasn’t been letting me sleep and I want to cry just talking about how tired I am and I’m not even sad about it it’s just that I can’t regulate my emotions anymore.
What were we talking about?
I have a mystery bruise on my right boob and it’s made me acutely aware of how fucking trashy I’d look with a boob tattoo.