Quickly: work has been killing me in a most frustrating way. It's way too long to explain here (nor would I feel comfortable doing so), but today I was there for 10 hours with only a 24 minute lunch break (during which I had to make copies as well). I am so tired of meetings but it's something I care deeply about so I have to attend, even if they're not required.
Enough vagueness. I'm mostly frustrated that work has left me so drained that I can barely think about any creative pursuits, let alone read any of the books I've started. I did realize that the same maps I used for mapping paper make really pretty homemade envelopes. So, there's one good thing?
Crawling into bed with my New Yorker now.
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