Ever since work exploded (seriously, we have quadruple the work since this time last year, and the same number of people) I come home and sort of veg out. I'll read my flist/circle, and listen to the local public radio station, but I'm having a hard time getting through my Netflix discs -- animated shows for kids are better than serious drama, but crime-scene investigation shows seem to work pretty well for some reason.

I'm finding it hard to write anything when I come home, even though I have ideas all day at work. I think it's just because I'm so tired from work, which has turned into 5 to 7 hours of physical labor a day recently. It's hard not to be tired after that: tired and ravenous. I crave bread and other carbs, but I'm losing weight.

It's somewhat creepy, actually. I'm not trying to lose weight, but it's going all the same. I noticed it on my legs first, but it's so far advanced now that my face is thinning and hollowing down. If this keeps going, I'm going to look more like my brothers than ever, and I'm not sure that's a good thing.

I'm going to keep trying to write, and definitely set aside a weekend day to be quiet and away from everyone. But it's getting frustrating that I'm not getting out of the gate when I sit down at my keyboard.
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