i was late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life

Work was brutal today. I did succeed in getting up in time to write a couple of pages before work, so that felt good...but it was all downhill from there. Things are actually theoretically going well with the day job - more responsibility, more visibility, more opportunities, etc., which usually means that something is going right. But today all felt like a bit too much. I had two different meetings about a major project, one of which resulted in me owning more than I want; one presentation to my boss, which needs to be revamped before next week; one presentation to my big boss, which went well; and a bunch of other meetings that don't need to be recounted here.

So, by the time my last meeting (with my boss, which went twenty minutes over) was done, I was totally wiped out. I was supposed to go to a networking dinner tonight, but I was so mentally exhausted that I couldn't handle the idea of talking to strangers for a few hours, so I bailed, ate dinner at Motomaki, and drove back to Denver. When I got here, I did a load of laundry, sat on the patio and talked to [censored], laid in bed with a hot compress over my eyes, and then drew out the storyboard for the revamped presentation. And then I did some solace shopping online, although that's really not a necessary or good way to manage my stress.

But tomorrow is another day. I'd like to get better at managing my energy, though - I genuinely like my job, it's just a bit much. That's not a problem I'll solve tonight, though, so it's time for bed. Goodnight!