Backpack of Bricks

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Day started out fine - I found parking in the usual area, managed to get all my morning stuff done, not that there was all that much now that folks aren't on vacation. But The Tired hit me like a ton of bricks around 11-12. I was also much hungrier than I had been the day before. I ate breakfast and lunch and a snack, and that seemed to help, but nothing fixed The Tired. Not food, not coffee, not sugar, not exercise. Some days are just like that, I suppose. I managed to pull through and get all my claims done by the end of the day, and even pulled them in time for the afternoon mail, though I still need to get my NOAs done.

Patrick wasn't home when I got there, I had a PB&J, laid down with LMF. I felt like I should do something, but really had no clue what, and really less than any energy to do it. I read for a while, somewhat irritated with the current series (nothing new there), but not irritated enough to drop it, especially now that I'm so far in.

I thought about Justin. I'm pretty wild about him when he's around, or when I'm drunk/high. When I'm sober and he's out of town....things are more mixed. This is not really an epiphany. Absence makes the heart go wander, except in my case, it's just grumbling back down into my cave of a chest. I'm still wondering what's going to happen when he gets back from his internship, and what's going to happen after he graduates in December. There's so much in flux, and I kind of feel like he's 19 y/o me. Hopefully not following that same route, though.

I crashed fairly early, skipping dinner even. The Tired waits for no man.