I supposedly work 86 hours a week for three different employers (last week I was still working another 11 hours for a fourth on top of that, but that job sucked hard and I finally ditched it),
pretend to be able to study two courses at the same time and generally help with running a household. Waiting for my beloved to move to Australia to live with me within the next two months, in the very early stages for buying a house and planning a wedding and still, somehow, trying to dedicate enough time and creative energy into painting and writing whenever possible. I'm tired.
