burnt out

I believe I am burnt out. Now that Derek’s gone, all I want to do is sleep a very heavy, drugged sleep and wake up to do little miniscule tasks and errands. Today I went food shopping and made chicken divan, it was tasty. It felt good to be domestic and cook again, where the most important thing is whether your sauce came out right. With cooking, you follow the directions, and 90% of the time if you do them right the thing comes out tasty.

I don’t want to go into work tomorrow. I’m mad about the job being flakey and i’m burnt out and tired and don’t want to move, let alone work. There’ll be time enough on Monday to get going.

Yesterday was horrible. But I’m not going to fixate on it. I’m healing from the injuries and trying not to think about what nature decided to do and leave for me to witness.

Derek’s back in NC. He came on tonight and I was thrilled to talk to him. It’s been too long without us talking He had a great time and promises pictures will be forthcoming. He’s being a little distant but i figure he was just tired.

There’s really not too much to say. I’m feeling guilty for ditching this week even though Fernando told me not to bother coming in unless I wanted to. I’m sleeping too much, probably eating too much, and generally still enjoying being a slug.