I wish there were words to describe how burnt out and just plain exhausted I feel. I've been working myself to the bone these last two weeks by either working out or working on projects or working on papers or working on something else that takes up my time and energy.
And, I'm tired. I want to take this next month off to relax as planned. Maybe I'll get a job when I get home, maybe I won't. But, a few days of rest are what the doctor ordered.
Have I mentioned that I need to get laid? No? Cause well, I do. And I wish M were here cause we wouldn't have to go through that akward first time in which if something goes wrong you don't have to say "I'm not usually like this" or "I usually go for longer."
I never really sat and thought about the intricacies of the first time two people sleep together if they're in or out of a relationship with each other or someone else, but today in my intercourse-less state of being I've been thinking a lot about sex.
I've also been thinking a lot about sleep but that ain't satisfying me too much lately either.
But still, I want both.
