roasted marshmallow

This past week was one of the most stressful weeks I've had in a really long time. By the end of it, I was relying on coffee to make it through the day. I am thankful that it's over. I am thankful there are only 5 more weeks left. I am thankful for my momma. YAYY.

I'm a cold COLD BIZ.

For the last couple of days, I feel as though I haven't been able to think straight. I can feel myself going through the movements, but not actively thinking about what it is I'm doing. Can it be the lack of sleep? The lack of control? I feel like so much is going on, but in actuality, nothing really is. I'm not shaken by the commotion of all the "busy-ness", but I'm not totally unaffected either. I don't feel particularly productive, but I'm not beating myself up for it. I know I have things to do, but I'm not moved to do it. What is this numbness, this nonchalance?
I want to say that it's that I've finally realized that there's no point in doing a lot of the busy work I used to do anymore, and that I've found freedom in the fact that I don't HAVE TO do anything.
But then again, I don't want to pat myself on the back for a potential breakthrough, esp. when it could just be symptoms of being tired and PMS.