I think I should have done some work today, but I just wasn’t into it. It was much better to take that long nap in the afternoon. There was some point I was going to make, but like most of last week I think I’m too tired to make much of a point. Work is actually tiring me out. I kind of figured my new job would be like that, though. All work and no play. Not that play means that much to me anyway.

In case anyone thinks I’m still not over my ex, don’t worry about that. I just have no one else to talk about. I could tell you about the phone call I got from my sister, where she asked if I was on drugs because I was so tired. She ran in a race this morning and had some coffee afterwards and even at 7:30 in the evening she sounded like she was on meth. I don’t know where she got off telling me I sounded like I was on drugs.

See? Nobody else to talk about. Just me, work, and the gym.