I’m ordering soda left and right.
I’m eating taco bell for lunch, and McDonald’s for dinner. Working out like two times a week on GOOD weeks. Not sleeping. Barely blogging. Wearing clothes four times between washes, because I have no time for laundry. (Wearing jeans 10 times). Trying to keep my head above the flood that is my life.
These two jobs and their corresponding commutes are getting to me.
There I said it. It’s out there.
I’m having a rough time.
Heck, more than rough.
I get so tired that I want to cry, but I don’t have the energy.
God gives me strength every day. And, I’d rather be busy than bored, but ya.
This is rough.