Sludged

Tireder than I've ever been. Fitfully contemplating the nexus of demand, request, obligation, and self-responsibility.

People love me. I guess in exchange I owe them a lot? Question is what.

I can't even really stand upright, shouldn't be typing. Er, writing.

This time in a week and a day I'll... well, be having more of the same but at lesser intensity, I guess. Work will eat whatever time I give it.

But I'll have time to knock things off the list and clean up some interpersonal that needs cleaning.

Too tired to even ovulate properly. Off to eat a cantaloupe cuz I don't need to cook it.