so tired

I was meant to go to welcome-new-JMOs drinks tonight, but on top of physical fatigue I am having severe introvert whiplash after discovering how intensely interpersonal my job is. (I am going to be the only intern who enjoys writing discharge summaries, because they mean it's just me and the computer and a folder full of notes.)

This weekend I am going to sleep and sit around rewatching Farscape and write Sherlock fic. And that's it.

And tonight I'm going to read Virginia Woolf's A Writer's Diary, which is bringing me great amounts of joy.