i feel as though i’ve just worked sixteen hours a day for a week straight. in truth, i’ve only done so for the last two days. i am exhausted.
no, exhausted is an understatement. i’m.. more than exhausted. i’m so exhausted that i can’t think of a word that describes being more tired than exhausted implies one is.
but i’m home now. i’ve got my uggboots on. i’m cosy and warm (melbourne, why are you so biting cold at the moment?!) and i’ve downed a bit of comfort food. and i don’t have to go interstate for work for another week now.. unless you count choir, in which case i leave tomorrow..
but i got to see my little love! long days, early starts and late nights, and uncomfortable beds are all worth it for that.