It's the end of my working week now; I have the next couple of days off. I was hoping to take the whole week off, but something something important projects high priority blah blah blah. Oh well. Two days is better than no days.
As I contemplate the free time ahead of me, I'm suddenly overcome with a feeling akin to exhaustion. I don't think I'm necessarily physically exhausted, but I feel mentally exhausted. And I'm not 100% sure why; I wouldn't say I've been especially stressed or anything of late. My conjecture is that my dissatisfaction with my day job is, in itself, proving to be a bit stressful, and the prospect of being away from that for a few days is providing something of a release of tension that has been steadily building up over the course of the last few… weeks, months, whatever it is.
And so it is that I find myself at 8.30pm, strongly contemplating going to bed. It feels like a bit of a waste, though. Perhaps I need to neck a nice cup of coffee or something — there are lots of things I could be doing (that I actually want to do, more to the point), so I just need to shake off the mental fog that threatens to descend and actually get on with something I enjoy for now. Time for oneself is precious; no sense in wasting it worrying about literally nothing.
With that in mind, I'm off to get a coffee and, in all likelihood, play some Atelier Totori. Hope your week is going well!
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