So that left Wednesday night, in which I collapsed on the couch with Mark, a book, and Gotham, our latest Netflix binge show. And that's been all of my down time until tonight.
Half of me doesn't even know how it got to be Friday. The other half knows that I'm going to feel this way until December.
That feeling is a little overwhelming, when all I want to do lately is stay home. It's cold, it's dark, and I miss introverting. I haven't had as much recharge time lately, and it might be starting to get to me. On the other hand, it's not like I don't want to spend time doing the things I am doing. I want to work. I want to see my friends. I want to be a good daughter who spends time with her parents. And I want to go out to awards dinners and pretend to be Elsa.
|Or wear a green dress with a green screen. Whatever.|
It's hard. It's only just getting into the season of socialization. Thanksgiving is next week. Christmas is all-too-soon after. And there's my parents' birthdays. Friends' birthdays. A million holiday parties Fish Eye Fun is booked at.
I feel desperately behind in most things currently. Cleaning. Reading. Writing. Hanging out. A friend has taken to calling me "the mythical unicorn" because I'm notoriously absent from most events lately.
Mostly, it can't be helped. I have to prioritize somewhere, and my job and my boyfriend are both at the top of the list. I just have to fit everything else in as best I can.
And count the days till January and my much-needed vacation.