I still live here, I swear.

[ajodasso]

The down-side to being in full-time office work is how easily it tires me out. It saps whatever energy I used to put towards blogging, writing hardcore at least a few times a week, etc. There's also the fact that I'm trying to wrap myself around how working four 8.75-hour days, plus one day at the archive in York, per week is going to work out. I've just come through my first battery of four long days, and I feel so worn out (as I've lost a lot of sleep in the past fortnight, I mean to the tune of two nights where I didn't sleep at all and still had to get up and work in the morning). In spite of the fact I'm working, the weekly train fare is going to be pretty annoying. I don't know where to start, and I'm afraid my writing is going to suffer even more than it already has. I've written only three poems in the past month and a half. No fiction. That's not cool.

I'm reading John Crowley's Aegypt Cycle at the moment, and I find two of the protagonists so annoying that I want to smack them. About the only thing that keeps me going is the absolutely gorgeous novel-within-the-novels sub-plot involving John Dee, Edward Kelley, and strange angels. And also a bit of Shakespeare and Queen Elizabeth I.

More than anything, I wish I could stop being tired.