I've been trying to lead my usual weekend life (Tai Chi, ringing, laundry, church-related) while working 40 hours at the clinic. I meant to write a review of the concert I attended on Friday, write about volunteering at the Special Olympics on Saturday, write about being on the red line on the day that more people rode the T than ever before, write an essay for sociology, write a thing about the clinical experience that I have to turn in by the end of the week, and write some emails to out-of-touch bellringers. Also compile a therapeutic exercise program for my sister. Instead, I am so tired that I am about to brush my teeth, watch parts of last week's Tony show, and go to sleep as soon as it gets dark. I slept badly last night, commuted to work on my bike, and was in the clinic for 11 hours, but should I be this tired? A long time ago I worked full-time and walked to and from work, but I don't remember it feeling like this.
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