Life is...kind of a pain in the ass.

I work two jobs.  It's great that I have the sort of schedule that lets two jobs coexist, since the money is more or less a necessity.

However, the way my schedule lines up means...there really isn't "me" time during the week.  There's a bit of eat and sleep time...not enough, but some.  This week, I spent some of my "eat and sleep" time between jobs on movies...and that turned out to be a mistake.

However, I feel that NOT spending that time on a bit of "me" time would have also been a mistake.  As it was, I still had a minor freak out on the job Friday...just the realization that I was burnt out, and would have to spend my whole weekend decompressing to recover.

As if that's not enough, there's the manuscript I'm trying to work on sitting on my writing desk, taunting me.  Finding the time to even sit down and type for five minutes is daunting.  The perfectionist in me doesn't want to start something I can't finish.  "What's the point of starting this if I don't have enough time to finish out my thought?"

Something's gotta change.  I'm not sure what it is, but something.