falling apart

life is strangely surreal lately. my days have been such a haze, mostly because of how busy i've been at the office and other personal stuff that's been popping up lately.

to demonstrate how much of a haze i've been in this past week, i will admit that today, when i went to work, i looked like complete shit. and i was also about twenty minutes late. but i totally did not care. it took me 15 minutes to finally decide i wanted to iron a shirt instead of wearing a wrinkly one, as i was tempted to do.

and i was late. as of today -- thursday -- i have been late to work for four days in a row now. usually, when i'm tardy to the office, even if it's only five minutes past 8, i end up feeling self-conscious and embarrassed. i feel like people are watching and tracking my arrival and that they know i'm late because i slept, as if i were a total sloth.

but while i am admittedly a total sloth, my tardiness is also due to the fact that . . . i'm just tired! and i just haven't been able to keep up this week at all. and as a result, i don't currently care about how disheveled i end up looking. like, i feel it's a great big favor even being able to show up at the office at all.

:-T

it just says a lot when a girl ventures out of her house and into the great unknown of morning without giving a shit for how she looks and with full expectation of receiving poo, eggs, and expectorants hurled at her.

hurry, hurry, weekend! please be here already!

O_O