One of those days. Not too busy or too frustrating. Sort of productive, though not as much as I could have done. By now I’m wondering if I’m really as overall exhausted as I feel or if I just like to wallow in it a bit. This evening I tend to say the former. At work this morning I once again felt too emotional, as in felt like crying in frustration over tiny things. And being too snappy with people. Definitely a sign I’m too high strung. Since this afternoon I’ve also felt a weird twinge on my wrist. No idea. Dinner. TV. Bed.
10 more days till the sea.
Lyrics: Faithful Son, Frank Turner, 2011
