Weary

I. Am. Tired.

No other way to say it. I’m tired. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. I’m just worn down. Exhausted. I wish I could take the 4 days that I don’t have to work next week, and spend them alone in a cabin in the woods instead of driving to Arlington. Don’t get me wrong; I love my family. I just think I might need some “alone time” for a while, to relax and recharge. The drive I’m planning to take tonight will probably help a little, but I doubt it will offset the huge amounts of stress I’ll experience on Thursday.

It’s times like this that I wish you could buy whiskey at 1 in the morning. And, of course, then I realize that thinking like that is self-destructive, and playing into my addiction-prone personality.

*sigh*

I feel like I just can’t win right now.