Are We Anywhere Near Normal.

Acute exhausting seems to be taking over. Working two jobs on opposite ends of the city is starting to take its toll. I can remember working two jobs in downtown, and the time I worked three jobs, two from my home, and that was a little different because I was doing it all under my own power, but now I require Uber to even function. I quite nearly hailed them to drive me the four blocks to the Metro station this morning. I just couldn't be doing it.

I was originally worried I would collapse on the Uber ride over to Century City, but that didn't happen. My Uber driver was yelled at by a traffic cop, he spent 10 minutes exiting the 10 (which looked fine to me) to get off at Arlington, and now I can say I have finally driven through Arlington Heights and he nixed Venice for Pico, but I didn't say anything because I had never been in that part of LA and I am always afraid the Uber driver will ask me to get out if I try to correct them. Because that is what I would do.

The millennial has graciously accepted my rain check for anger sex by inviting me to another sex party this weekend. I told him if I was down to a single job by then, then absolutely.