Well, duh. Of course.
But what I mean is that my brain is fried, my room is a mess, and holy crap, could somebody please wash my underwear? Everybody who's so totally going to have to run out to buy underwear on their lunch break so that they don't have to do laundry please raise their hand.
There is not enough underwear in the world for my life. That's going to be my weird thing my assistant talks about when I'm rich and famous - drawers and drawers of underwear. There's always *something* to wear if your underwear's clean.
OK, there's a chance I may be home Thursday night before the weekend when I must have clean underwear and I will be unable to do any wash... But I've found that having one free night in a week does not really leave one with the energy required to lug a laundry basket outside and downstairs in the cold and the dark. Double shifts suck ass, my friends, no matter how great what you're doing after work is.
My brain just gets locked up. I have all these blog posts in my head, and I just can't do it. I've realized that I need to have more free time to be able to write effectively and without pain and cotton in my head, but it's just not going to happen until... Um... May?
It's not too much, I'm just definitely at full capacity till then, and I just get frustrated when there's things I want to blog and I don't get to it. I will, I'm just beat and stressed out about my week, even as I got three big things done today: ABC/DGA application, business taxes and a BlogHer post about how Jon Stewart's got me thinking about make-up sex. Ha! I amuse myself.
The answer in this moment is always to go to bed; tomorrow is indeed another day, and sleep is the key to productivity when you can afford it.
Or, I could go watch "Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles." Clearly, Better Than Sleep.