I had an odd night tonight. Nothing really to do, no projects that were a pressing need…and I think I just kinda gave into the “tired.” Or, maybe feeling just a bit down. In a normal “up and down” kind of way, not anything too intense.
I didn’t feel like that during the day, though.
I had a very productive work day at work. And on my reading. And on my writing.
I just kinda…fell flat when I got home. It happens sometimes, I guess.
Burned out, actually…that’s what I feel like tonight. “Brain” tired. I couldn’t fathom trying to get anymore work done. I needed to put my brain on rest mode and just cruise for the night. No sports to watch. No movies; that would have felt like a project.
I just ate food, played Mario for an hour, and then just kinda vegged out. I did just do my writing, though. It was okay. Not sure if I’m keeping the scene or not. I just wrote to write.
And now, blessedly…I am tired. Sleepy. I love that feeling, actually, being exhausted. It means I got shit done, and I did do that today.
Night.