I get tired of working, as well. Which is funny, because I don't work half as much as anyone else, with only working part-time.
Although I love what I do, the little nagging thoughts about not being as good as I think about it, or even the thoughts about maybe being burned out occur often.
It seems silly when I'm being told that I'm doing a good job, but I can't help to think that I could do a better one.
I find myself also becoming very money-conscious. Conscious in the fact that I don't have any, and I find myself going on binges and purges. I will buy things one week, then I will absolutely forbid myself to buy anything minus gas. I won't even buy myself food at work if I'm hungree.
I want to pay off my car, move out, and live happily ever after in a cute little apartment somewhere with doug and a big fluffy bed.
I love dreams.
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