There are never enough hours in the day, are there? It feels like something always needs to fall by the wayside in order for you to accomplish the things you'd actually like to accomplish. I guess someone wiser than me would probably say understanding and working your life around that concept is what being an adult is all about, but I'm childish and frustrated about such things.
This week I've been feeling it particularly keenly. I feel like I've had a lot to say in the writing I've done — I'm particularly pleased with today's piece on Bullet Girls Phantasia — but whenever I have a lot to say, it takes a while to research and write… which means by the time I've finished all that gubbins it is, as it is now, 11pm.
While I have no particular moral objections to continuing to do things this late — specifically, going to the gym, which is the thing that has been falling by the wayside a bit this week — my body does indeed object, since I have to be out of the door by 7am to go to work, and that means hauling my flabby carcass out of bed by 6.30 at the latest.
Oh well. It's not as if the gym will stop being there if I have a couple of days where I've had other priorities. I'll try and make it there tomorrow and over the weekend at the very least, and have a bit of a "fresh start" next week; I haven't been feeling my best physically this week anyway, so perhaps a rest and a reboot will do me a bit of good.
For now, bed is calling. Hope you enjoy the Bullet Girls Phantasia piece. Just, uh, maybe don't read it at work.
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