Spent most of the night going through old insurance papers, trying to figure out what’s worth keeping and what isn’t. Thought it would make me feel more in control. Instead I just felt more tired and more behind.
Work’s been grinding me down for a while, and by the time I get home there’s nothing left for anything else. Tonight it just caught up with me. Nothing dramatic, just worn out, and a little annoyed that something this ordinary wore me down like this.