This was me in work, many months ago. That steam ran out and I had no choice but to keep on going. That's not strength. It's just stupid. I should have demanded a break a long time ago.
Almost a week after finishing work, I'm still not even close to human. Nowhere near it. I'm soooo tired. Every part of me is weak. Exhausted. Is it possible to get a break when you have children? I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever have energy again or if I'll just collapse and die one day from fatigue. Like maybe Friday.
Blogging will be slow. It's already slow. My morning coffee time before work was my usual blog time. I'm not taking that right now. And my Cintiq is awkward- a big transformer thing, two connections to the computer. It's too much like hard work. The Wacom people should make a self-contained Cintiq. One that is a small enough size and runs Photoshop and some other graphics programmes itself. With maybe a USB or memory card for transferring to a computer later. That way, I could do my little drawings with it on my lap, in front of the telly, while I bitch about how rubbish Battlestar has got. That would be so much easier than the plug and two connections and my endless battle against Vista.
I haven't had a chance to see Watchmen yet. The book meant a huge amount to me as a teen and I want to see the movie but the three hour commitment plus journey time is too much right now. Nah, it will be Saw V on blu-ray for me - guaranteed classic. So I'm rereading Watchmen instead and I'm getting even more from it than I did as a teen. It really is something special.
I thought I was having a heart attack today.