So, after getting over being sick with the exception of what I can only assume to be a throat ulcer, I am so fucking tired. My body has just been fatigued for like a week. I thought that last night I would be able to catch up on my sleep but I kept waking up, so it didn't help.

And yesterday evening, my district manger came into the studio to bitch at me for like 15 minutes. Yeah, that was awesome. Douche.

I am trying to read The Faerie Path and From Dead to Worse at the same time, because I can't pick one.

I have been so inspired to write lately, and have tried to revisit a story that I love and that has been in my like for like 5 years, but I've honestly been too tired to devote time to it.

I am becoming depressed at how few RSVPs The Grove has received for our meet up and ritual. I'm trying to be calm and reassure myself that it's still got a month to work out. I will be pissed if we spent the money we've spent on the ritual to have no one come. Which would make it a waste, and would also mean no donations.

I need to go to bed, or kill people. One of the two.