I’ve been told many, many times that I’m a workaholic–mostly by doctors and my mother. There are days when I know that they’re right (they are), but there also days when I can’t help but feel like it’s all fucking worth it (it is). I don’t mean that I shouldn’t sleep (I should) but that I sleep so much better when I get a shitload of things done. Today was a good day. Still so many things to do but I’m satisfied with/for today.
Ironically, I think it might be time to head to bed now. š Goodnight, everyone!
