Worked 51 hours this week, today is my first proper day off and at that point where I can't decompress or find my way back to being something that exists of its own reason. Hateful.
Turns out the answer to post work malaise was a couple of bowls and a cacao matcha latte. I suppose I should have guessed. The answer is sometimes drugs.
Sometimes always.
It's been a matcha heavy week along with a couple of rare cups of pepsi max last night so I should have dealt with the caffeine crash sooner but that trinity combo was, in fact, medicine.
Which makes me a doctor.