This week has sucked.
My arrival times home this week: 10 p.m. Monday, 9 p.m. Tuesday, midnight Wednesday.
I had a board meeting each one of those days, which means three in-depth board stories for next week, which means any other story is on the back burner, no matter its importance.
My lemon of a car (thanks for the metaphor, Rick Simpson) is broken-- its lights won't turn off, so I have to jump it every time I need to start it. I'm looking for a new one, but I don't have any money for payments. I have literally no extra money. I might have to cut back on my student loan payments to make it work.
My apartment is a mess from being gone all last weekend at the NYPA conference. I have no clean clothes left, and I've been wearing the same pair of jeans to work for three days.
I'm so tired, and so cranky. I need a week off to get my life in order, but there is so such week forthcoming. I just need to breathe.