Hi Darling Ones,

I’ve been working my ass off this week and it makes me super dull. All my brain power has been going to this client project that consistently tries to make me feel not smart enough. However, after much thinking, trial and error, and dogged determination, it turns out I am smart enough. This is all made extra difficult because I have no had to work this hard or think this much about work for nearly a year. My brain is out of shape.

Talking about work is kind of boring, but that’s all I’ve been up to this week. I work and think and think and work and listen to “Magic Man” six times and work and eat a breakfast burrito* for dinner. Sometimes I have to think so hard while working that I even turn off the music.

Yesterday I slipped into a romantic comedy in my mind and all the work bummed me out. At 8 p.m. I shut Gladys’ lid and my inner monologue was not nice. “This is what you get for putting your career above everything,” my inner monologue said. “You’re a lonely spinster with nobody to worry that you’re working too much and eating garbage and don’t have any time to daydream or write. Nobody cares that your ice-robot heart is dying.

This is laughable. I do not put my career above anything. All I want is to do the least amount of work for the most amount of money and for that amount to be enough to keep a roof over my head and breakfast burritos in my belly. But last night? Last night none of that was true and so I went upstairs** at 9:30.

Despite a bumpy start today I solved one of my major, annoying project-related problems and I think the end is nigh. I’m gonna feel really good about this tomorrow after I’ve had a decent night of sleep uninterrupted by annoying cats, anxiety dreams, and disgustingly early texts from my beloved BFK who things 7:30 a.m. is the middle of the day.

Your dull girl,
Jodi

 
*My breakfast burritos have really entered a new dimension of delicious since the pandemic started. After much trial and error I have finally gotten the fillings to tortilla ratio right. Tonight’s burrito featured leftover scalloped potatoes, jalapeños, and yellow onion.

 
**Going upstairs is my signal that the day has ended. My bedroom is upstairs and going up there means bedtime is near. However, sometimes I do a lot of stupid stuff before bed. Like last night I took a shower, finished reading Ariadne, trimmed Lawrence, the hypoestes, and practiced all before I even thought about getting some shut eye.

P.S. I hate calling myself a girl, but I’m going with The Shining reference. I’m a woman. Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, that’s me (Maya Angelou lives in my head rent free and has since about 1992).

P.P.S. I’ve had the song California Über Alles stuck in my head since Sunday when I almost made an “ice cream über alles” joke but changed my mind for personal reaons, and it might be the death of me.