Self-pitying Whinge

Am I just invisible or something? I have to wonder at times.

I've just finished a 65hr working week, the bulk of which was away from home. I've been smartly dressed, polite, cheerful, helpful and (I hope) efficient and effective for the last 5 days after maybe a month of not sleeping properly. I am *tired*.

Have I been asked how my week was? No, I've been regaled with tales of stuff which, if I was less tired, I might be more interested in, or at least able to listen to. And I've been whined at for not having got the dinner ready for everyone else. Otherwise I might as well still be away for all the acknowledgement I've had.

I'm sure that's exaggeration, but right now I don't particularly feel like being fair. I am tired and fed up and it's not like I require constant pats on the head and crowds in the street at my return. But I have had a tough week; I think the event was possibly the most successful we've held, I managed to get through it without either homicide or having a major panic attack (there was a mild one the night before it all started, but that was all).

I lost my 26 day writing streak at 750words.com too and will have to start over, but I have no enthusiasm for writing at the moment at all :(

I'm wavering between annoyed and depressed