Monday morning blah

It's Monday morning, and I'm at the coffeehouse. I'm really tired from working yesterday. Will I be perpetually tired if I start working at the spa full time?

I did a shift of four, but I will be doing five from now on. And for some reason, I am exhausted by the idea of working on the book. Which is not a good thing. Working on the weekends shouldn't take away from my novel. But I did make a lot of money at the spa.

Probably the way I eat is a factor. I eat too much garbage. After the spa, I went and had a huge, disgusting hamburger.

A girl at the spa once told me that the problem with doing massage was that it uses up the same creative energy as writing does. And it's kind of true. But I think another problem for me is that ... if I feel overwhelmed, I can't do something. And when I take away that week-end of working, I feel like I don't have enough time to write.

But then again, I am not writing now so ... I don't know.