This is my 93rd journal.
I’m super tired and simply don’t have the energy to write a proper journal. Practically dozing off every time I got a seat, except, well, during eating.
But, not all is lost. I wrote my journal today on a book instead during work, documenting the more mundane stuff, my thought or my mood at that moment in time.
I will keep those private, not likely ever to be published.
I just have one word that would describe how I feel about my work or any work in general.
Here I conclude my journal for today.