Sometimes it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness

I worked right up until my counseling session started (glad it's just a phone call!) and I'll have to do some more work either tonight or early in the morning. I've never had such a poor work/life balance in this job. Even when things were manically busy with the ticket office campaign, I could down tools at the end of the day and not think about it much until the next morning.

I feel like I'm back at uni and it's essay crunch time: that stage where you've looked at your words so much they don't mean anything any more, but also you're not done yet and the only way to be done is to do more work. Somehow.

My counselor and I determined this week that I need a break and for more nice things to happen to me.

But also that I'm too burnt out to arrange them for myself. It feels unfixable. But something's gotta give; it always does.