What manner of prick sends out a rejection slip four hours before the new year? After holding the piece for ten months? Yeah, 2019 can’t end soon enough.
Feels as if I took a step backward today, and looking at it objectively I probably did. Up late for no good reason, and never really got going with the notes and revisions I’d hoped to make. Not sure why, except to say I can’t shake this goddamned weariness that’s come over me. Starting to wonder if my thyroid medication is off. That or I’m aging at a new, unpleasant rate of speed.
Got in a decent workout, despite the lackluster tenor of the day.
Got in some nice reading time too.
No big plans for tonight other than a quiet salmon dinner and a glass or two of wine. Adaman Club will set off fireworks at midnight, but given the way the year’s gone, not particularly interested in staying up to watch. Think I’ll make it into a practice run for the November elections. Go to be early, and pray I wake up to something different, if not better.
A rejection slip, four hours before Midnight. Who does that?