as good as it's getting
so the past few days have been incredible, in good and bad and all in between ways. i want to tell you all about it, and write it all down before i lose these worthy-of-recording memories, but i filled out that sacreligiously (isn't that so much more respectful than ungodly?) long survey and i'm tired. emotionally drained, yet encouraged, and physically pooped. yesterday (okay, technically saturday) was my first day as a professional car detailer. 10 hours. I LOVED IT. by the end of my shift i was grimy, greasy from armor-all and SOS scrubbies, exhausted, and happy. there's something downright therapeutic for me about good, hard work.
but there's also something to be said for good, hard, therapeutic sleep.
but there's also something to be said for good, hard, therapeutic sleep.