You know the feeling when you're having a bad day and then you go to the hairdresser to get a quick pick-me-up and they do a terrible job and so the day you thought could not get any worse gets even worse?
Yeah. Fuck that shit.
I left the salon feeling like even the energy I no longer had was suddenly drained out of my system. I didn't know one could be this drained. I was afraid my legs would give out. Funny thing is, I was about to write an article about exhaustion before I left for my appointment.
Hell, I didn't even know what exhaustion was.
Even though I've been feeling it all week.
And why did I even go to the hairdresser? I'm afraid of hair appointments for a reason!
I have so much work to do today and absolutely zilch energy to do it.
I just want to lie down on the couch and be still until one of the following two happens:
- My energy levels improve.
- My mood improves in such a manner that it doesn't matter that my energy levels don't.
Right now, I'm straddling the fence between giving up and not giving a fuck.
The two are very different.
The second might be more beneficial in terms of productivity and health.
I might give it a try.