werk

dude. am so tired. not like sleepy, but like burning out. figured out why tonight: have only worked a single 40-hour week in the last seven weeks, and that was the week I took my birthday off. on the one hand, haven't had a "normal" paycheck in at least three pay periods...but I also haven't gotten shit done other than sleep and work and walk the dogs for weeks (with the fabulous exception of a weekend in vegas, courtesy of the SIL, two very brief sessions at the shop, and a tiny bit of gardening one afternoon...but that still ain't shit when you figure that it's spread over almost TWO WHOLE MONTHS). the knitting is stagnant (I have merely to graft the toe of one sock to finish it, but since I can't do that on the bus, it's been sitting). the crochet is stagnant (it's the size of a blanket that is too small for any normal sized human, too large to take on the bus, and literally meters too short for its intended recipient).

I could work on either of those things now, but after an eleven hour work day at the end of ANOTHER fifty hour week, I just want to read a book and pass out.

damn.