Sing it, Lilly

The last couple of weeks have been draining. Work has been long and nerve-wracking – I stumble home around 7, throw together something for dinner, have some kind of interaction with my husband somewhere in there, sit glassy-eyed and slack-jawed on the couch for a while, and fall into bed at 9:30 – wake up, still exhausted at 5:45 the next morning, lather, rinse, repeat. Words cannot describe how effing ready I am for this long weekend. My brain is crying for it. My little shriveled raisin of a soul cries out for nourishment and renewal; Here Soul, let me water you with a stress-induced crying jag, or alcohol – maybe both.

Just one more day…