{2} I just ate half a bag of mini reese’s cups.

It was just that kind of a day.

Stolen from Mark Zuckerberg’s private hoard.

I feel asleep as soon as I got home today, and, yes, woke up and polished off half a bag of mini reese’s cups.

I’m so tired, ya’ll. Like, every kind of tired a body can be, tired.

Mostly, I’m so tired of looking at things that can be fixed and knowing that there’s just no way to get to a place where we can actually fix them. I’m so tired of knowing that we have evolved to the point where we can construct giant systems and organizations and somehow not see that at some point those structures take on a life of their own if we don’t put people in charge of monitoring their growth. It happens every. Goddamn. Time. You’d think we’d notice, and the fuckery is we do, we’re just too fucking scared to create the position. And in the rare case we bring in consultants to do it, we don’t fucking listen.

I’m so tired of watching people work and work and try to be their best and trying to do the best for themselves and their kids and it always comes down to, “I’m trying to get a second (or third or…) job.” The most well meaning person I know today suggested I get a second job and when I said I don’t have time, her response was that “person X has two kids and is finding the time” and I was like…no, see, that’s fucked up. Person X has a full time job…