morrigirl | Mental Exhaustion

I didn't want to come in to work today, but I bit the bullet since I knew Don was gonna call in sick even though he swore last night that he wouldn't. Plus, I wanted to engage in my regularly scheduled job hunting and resume sending.

Pooped out on all the people I was supposed to talk to last night. Don't know why but I was unbelievably tired when I got home. Couldn't even be bothered to hoof it up to the Bronx, I crashed at mom's. Came in at ten, had dinner, then Mike called. Tried to talk to him but I was falling asleep on the phone. Hung up. Two minutes later Heather called. Told her straight up I was too tired to talk. Felt bad about that because she was obviously in a chatty mood. After that I turned off my phone and fell into dream land for the next 12 hours. I haven't been engaging in any physical activity that would tire me out, so I can only assume it was the result of growing mental stress. Deciding to quit, the mad rush to obtain employment, the fear of failure, Elisabete's continued idiocy, etc. I'm glad tomorrow is my day off.

Got an interview at a staffing agency tomorrow. Eh, whatever.