Felt very drained today. The nerves from conducting last night’s interview got the better of me and I woke up in the middle of the night with it all still swilling around in my head. Excited that it seemed to go okay and excited to share it on the blog, but still with niggles about how I conducted it, how I conducted myself, how articulate (or otherwise) I was. Did I laugh my stupid nervous laugh too much, did I ask good enough questions and/or thought-provoking enough questions, etc, etc.
I couldn’t get back to sleep for hours and woke up feeling extremely drained and tired.
I walked into the city this afternoon to the West End and the Botanic Gardens and met up with Michelle. As drained as I was, I walked 10km and did nearly 15,000 steps. I couldn’t face walking all the way back home, so we caught the subway back from Hillhead to St Enoch and I got the train from Queen Street back to Ashfield.
I haven’t taken any public transport in months, but I was just too fucked to do that walk back home. I need to get myself in better condition!
Tonight I have just been reclining on my bed, exhausted.
I did some banner art. I do love this line so much.
Anyway, soon lights out for me. Night night.
