I’m so dead inside. I worked on an analysis piece the whole day yesterday while I edited one or two stories. Then today I had to chase a story 20,000 km away from me.

I had to rework the piece as two editors came down hard. In between, I had to drive to QC and check into our hotel.

And still write and tweak and edit.

Just came out to the mall to send off my daughters to meet their dadbecause they’re going to have their birthday dinner with him. I had dinner alone.

Went back to the room and worked. And worked. And worked. 🫠 I almost forgot to book my massage! It was almost 9 pm so I was the last customer. Even when I was being squished, I still had to check my phone every now and then because the third editor might message me before clearing my article for publication. 🥲

I’m so dead inside.