<<11.04.08 7:22 p.m.>>
she doesn’t really work that hard for her money

i’m so frickin’ overjoyed to be home right now. it was today in the elevator whizzing down from the twentieth floor that i realized how exhausting working full time is. like full time, every day. after a year and a half of not—of working two-and-a-half to four days, and getting to decide which days i wanted to come in week by week, the full-time grind plus the commute plus the alien inside have really given me a swift kick in the pants.

i do realize that this isn’t the half of truly hard-working people’s schedules, but a truly hard-working person i am not. and at least i don’t have to go to school all the time, which is good. but i have this thesis hanging over me, which has turned into the most obvious and most enjoyable topic, and i still don’t want to work on it. that’s bad. if i worked two-and-a-half days, the scenario would be no different. i know this, too. but i still want to work half a week again. HM.

now i’m off to eat bean tacos for the fourth evening this week. (bean tacos are not very crane.)

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