I really wanted to write today, but between work, malaise, my immediate family, and my mother, I’ve got no gas left in my tank. I still have some work to do and then I’m just going to collapse into bed.
If I did have energy to write something, though, I’d probably write this, because it expresses so well how I feel right now.
My apologies for being such a slacker. I’m on the go from 7 a.m. until 10 or 11 at night, and I still don’t get everything done.