So Emily read my tarot the other day. She's doing a course on it. And the cards that I flipped over weren't what I was expecting at all. (You ask a question, and the cards will give you a past, present , future perspective on things.)
It also said that if I don't get rest and relaxation soon, I'm going to collapse/get ill/die. This was last week. And last week I was running on empty. Today I am just about dead. And don't think I'm trying not to get sleep in here! Or trying to spend time by myself, or trying to be the proverbial sloth in the front of the TV.
But it was my turn to host book club last night, and people only went home at midnight. Now a mate of mine from New York is in town and only for a few days, so I have to go and see him. And when I do sleep, I just get more tired.
Today is Hell. The bags under my eyes are so bulged, that it looks as though two hovercrafts have parked on my cheekbones. The boss probably thinks I'm a drug addict. I'm also VERY slow today. The synapses aren't firing quite as sharply as they should, so all my reactions are delayed. I feel as though I may burst into tears anytime. People are putting on the pressure, my story was edited to shit, I had to drive my shitty car to work today because the other one ran out of petrol, I feel incompetent, I'm losing track of time and space, and although I feel like mauling people out of sheer irritation, quite frankly I don't have the energy.
I am hibernating tonight. Will answer no phones. Will take no shit. Will be in bed at 7:00pm.