Ugh

I got to work at 7:45 this morning.  I left at 7:50 this evening.  I am tired.  I avoid posting here when all I have to say is the following: I am tired, I am trying to power through and make the best of it, that is all. 

 

You know what's hard?  Working this many hours and also doing anything else.  I vaguely recall that Joe has blue eyes.  I cannot recall everyone I spoke to on the phone today.  There were a lot. 

 

A piece of mail will come to our house that requires some sort of attention or I'll get an e-mail or a phone call from a friend about something completely harmless, and I will find it completely crippling.  Anything non-work related right now is so far down on the priority list out of sheer necessity.  And I feel totally guilty about it.  Because I don't want it to be that way.  I don't want it to be that way at all. 

 

So this too shall pass, it's temporary, I'll get through it, I'll be fine, blah, blah, blah, blah.  I'm so tired.

 

Quick, someone tell me a funny anecdote about something that happened outside the workplace so I can pass it off as my own. 

 

In the meantime, here are some things that have occurred to me lately which are shockingly unrelated to work:

 

Leggings are not pants.  If I can clearly see the outline of your ass crack, you are not wearing pants.  You are going to be so embarrassed when you finally realize that you are, in fact, not wearing pants.

 

Slice apples, sprinkle white chocolate chips over a glob of peanut butter, then dip = delicious.

 

Wait.  Huh.  Turns out those are my only two non-work related thoughts.