Today, I am tired.
Not physically tired- I got a reasonable night's sleep last night in spite of myself.
Emotionally tired. Wrecked even.
I'm tired of being nice.
I'm tired of people asking for more of me than it's reasonable to expect.
I'm tired of feeling like the elephant graveyard for thankless, time-consuming tasks.
I'm tired of being certain that the only person who has my back is...me.
I'm tired of not even being acknowledged for doing some pretty amazing things.
I'm tired of working so damn hard for something that seems to be unachievable.
I'm tired of trying to set priorities that everyone else tramples on.
I'm tired of being so frustrated that I can't even make any rational requests for ways to make things better (see prior requests for a pony here).
I'm tired of tilting at windmills on my own. Can I at least have a sidekick? Don Quixote got one.
Sorry, I'm just having one of those, "Is this really worth all of the bullshit?" days. Today the answer is decidedly not.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off in search of ginger cookies. I'm having awesome psychosomatic stress-related nausea. I don't recommend this.
Today's soundtrack: Ben Harper and Relentless Seven "Fly one time"