Looking at my life, looking at my choices today.
Sleep has been a little elusive and combined with my new neighbor who is a drunk asshole that likes to have a disco sing-song at 3 in the morning on a school night. And I think I'm a little dehydrated.
And stressed.
And the emotional wash cycle of my life seems to be stuck on either drain or extra spin. SUPERLOLZY THUMBS UP TBH. So aside from working two jobs, attempting to spread my schedule between sleep, friends, training for a 10K, normal gym time, and write my book...I seem to be spread a bit thin.
On my way back from training at work today one of my colleagues pointed out that I looked haggard.
To be fair, he also caught me mid-yawn, so my eyes were kinda welling up, and my nose was probably red.
Not exactly my good side.
I should have made some catty comment about when to keep your mouth shut and HOW VERY DARE YOU, SIRRAH...but I didn't.
Because he was right. I looked like shit. My hair was dirty and a mess, the make up I was wearing was lazily put on in the back of this morning's taxi. I have been drinking diet soda non-stop, and the bags under my eyes would probably exceed the size allowable for most carry-on luggage.
So this evening I spent some time on me. I am forever obssessed with make-up trial runs for important events/photos. This evening's theme was my passport photo, which I'm gonna try and have taken this weekend.
And, I don't think I look so haggard now. :o)
