I'm SO mentally and physically exhausted. 😪 The weather is beautiful. All I did today was sleep. I didn't even write in my journal and I've been doing that every morning for the last three years. I have promoting to do and submissions to read and interview questions to write and reading to do and my own creative writing to work on. Ugh. I have a million things to do! I don't have time for mental health days.

Tomorrow it's supposed to be sixty-eight degrees outside and I KNOW my husband is going to drag my *** to the park. Except that means I have to get my *** in the shower, which has been a chore as of late. I think I'm probably just going to end up sleeping all day again. That's all I want to do.

I've completely given up.