Still in an advanced state of exhaustion.
Second verse, same as the first; I won't be offsite, but I will be offline. And I'll be crashing as soon as I get home, as I am only marginally functional and have another work thing tonight.
A Pace I Cannot Keep
And I'm busy every night. Pretty much through April.
Which my body is screaming at me is NOT OKAY.
I know that some of this is tied into Irana's death; in panic mode, I go all "I must do everything ever right now, because I could be gone tomorrow." But I do that and it's meaning I'm not getting writing done, and I still have to get Adam to show me how to send "My Empire for Ashes" fans that soundtrack, et cetera.
And I need rest, but no rest is forthcoming.
That's where I am right now.