I spent the entire day buried in the archives, going through file after file, and I’m feeling the exhaustion settling in. It’s not just the physical tiredness—though my eyes are definitely strained from staring at screens and papers all day—but the mental weight of it all is really starting to get to me.
The work itself was pretty routine—more sorting, cataloging, and trying to make sense of the information. I went through a few more of the older files, cross-referencing abilities and incidents with the newer cases we have on record. It’s a slow process, and some of the information is so fragmented that it feels like I’m trying to piece together a puzzle with half the pieces missing.
There were no major discoveries today, which I guess is a good thing. Just the usual grind of organizing and trying to keep everything in order. But even on a day like this, the weight of the information can be heavy. There’s just so much history here, so many lives affected, and it’s all under our care. It’s strange to think that what feels like mundane paperwork could have such far-reaching consequences if not done correctly.
I had to take a few breaks throughout the day, just to clear my head. I went outside for a bit during lunch, hoping the fresh air would help me shake off the fatigue. The city was its usual bustling self, and for a moment, I almost forgot about the mountain of files waiting for me back in the archive room. It’s always surreal to step out of that environment and back into the “normal” world, where people are just going about their lives, completely unaware of the things we’re dealing with behind the scenes.
By the time I got home, I was completely drained. I didn’t have the energy to do much of anything, so I just made a quick dinner and settled down with a book, hoping to distract myself for a while. But even then, my mind kept drifting back to the work, to the endless files and the stories they contain.
It’s funny how a day that’s technically uneventful can still leave you feeling so worn out. I know there will be more days like this—probably a lot more—but I just have to keep pushing through. Tomorrow will be another day, and there’s still so much more to do.
For now, though, I think I’ll just turn in early and try to get some rest. I need to recharge if I’m going to keep up with this pace. Here’s hoping tomorrow is a little easier, or at least a little less tiring.
