I find that I’m in a perpetual state of exhaustion. Either I’m battling a four hour night of sleep kind of thing, or I’m battling the twelve hour make up sleep night exhaustion. They are two very different feelings, with somewhat same results: I don’t get anything productive done.
Got my first rejection today for a job. The voice on my left shoulder says it’s time to pack up and get back in bed. He’s always been a big downer though, and my right shoulder voice never tires of nagging him and bossing him around. I suppose I’ll have to keep pressing on, then. And so it goes.