I really wish I was not still playing fucking phone tag with my doctor. Because I really do need to be on medication, still, and today on its own just reinforced that, I think.
All I've done is sit here on the couch in a daze that I've been unable to get out of. I did get one page of writing done, though I say that hesitantly, because what I have written is pure garbage and I probably will need to rewrite it and everything anyway. I just don't know how to go about continuing what I have, so I might just give up trying for tonight and try to go into the office and write it tomorrow. Heh, I said that yesterday, though. But I couldn't muster the willpower to even go into the office because I suck at everything.
I don't know. I should have had this thing done three days ago, probably. If we don't get the next bout of funding I know it will be my fault, since it apparently is super dependent on my report of judicial elections. So that pressure is awesome.
Like I said, this really should not be difficult. But it really is, for some reason.
Plus I'm getting impatient, and I really should not be.
No comments:
Post a Comment