I’ve had a lot of blog hits in the last few days from various places I’ve called home, so I want to stress that I’m still alive, for starters. Things have just been moving at an insanely fast pace recently and I haven’t had time to do much of anything, let alone blog.
For those of you who haven’t heard, Dallas and I are preparing to relocate to the Washington, DC metro area in the next couple of weeks. He’s accepted a contract researcher position on an encyclopedia project in his field that he’s worked on before; I will be transferring with my current company while putting out feelers for jobs in history/museums/libraries/archives/education. (I’m not picky, but I’d love to be doing something that uses my degree!)
Hi, my name is Michelle, and I am addicted to coffee.
It’s almost a month into 2016 and this is the first blog post I’ve made in the new year. I started and trashed at least three of them, but here goes nothing.
I left off with Day 36. I don’t think I’ve missed any days, and it’s now Day 63. But hey! I’ve got plenty of time to update this tonight, because I’m making an abrupt switch from mornings to nights for the next couple of days before going back to mornings, so I need to make myself stay up late. This should be interesting–I don’t get out of work until 11:45 pm tomorrow, and in my boring all-early-shifts life these last several months, I haven’t stayed up much later than 9:30 or 10 except when my insomnia kept me awake. I certainly haven’t stayed awake on purpose.
Oh, and I start work at 11 pm on Thursday and work until 8 am Friday. The last time I stayed up all night was in grad school and that was in the midst of a near mental breakdown, so I don’t want to go down that road again.
So, uh, 27 days of summarizing Instagram posts should help pass the time until I can finally go to bed.
Mentally and physically, this last week has taken a huge toll on me.