I'm full. No more. I just can't deal with anything else.
You know how you can fill a container to this perfect point of full but not running over, where you can see the curved meniscus? I don't quite understand the science, except that all these molecules have this strong attraction and hold together, but at a certain point you have to stop, or you have added too many molecules, or something.
And then it spills over.
I'm at the almost almost spilling over point. I feel like all my molecules are on the edge of bursting apart. Like I should be physically holding myself together.
I just cannot handle anything else.
Nothing administrative. Nothing emotional. Nothing nitpicky. Nothing hard. Nothing stupid.
I don't have anything to give. I don't have any extra energy for figuring anything out. I get myself dressed, I get myself to work, I do the bare minimum, and I go home. I manage that, and not a whole lot else.
And there is all these myriad pieces of house shit, almost all of which have fallen on Nick. But there are parts that only I can do.
And everything seems like it has 47 more steps and is more convoluted and complicated than it needs to be.
And I seriously feel like if I have to deal with One More Thing That Is Harder Than It Should Be I am going to Lose. My. Shit.