is life just about being tired? sometimes it seems like it.  working your butt off and recuperating from working your butt off.  cycle, cycle, cycle.

help. i'm a hostage of my christmas tree.

i have nothing really to say.  every day seems a blur of work.  every night an oblivion in my bed. resting sore feet, working on photos, the heaviness of cats, the overheating of the laptop.

today i work late.  i'm going to make bahn mi and pho.  wish me luck.