Everything's the wrong

Someone can’t just come along and say nothing’s wrong when absolutely everything’s the wrong. I mean, if I can’t pinpoint what’s making me pace restlessly, pick things up only to put them down, feeling hot with socks on, freezing with socks off, fume with rage – inner and outer – then it’s got to be everything. No other explanation. The first person to suggest anything specific will be huffed and puffed to oblivion.

It’s my day off work today so once again I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve had so few days off that I feel a bit lost when I’ve finally got some time for myself. My to do list is quite long and getting more unpleasant by the day. Partly because it keeps getting longer, I guess. Thus the feeling that I’ll never get it done so why even bother starting. To be honest I did a few things from it today. Some even that I’d be putting off for a while. I’m really good at that. I should be a demotivational speaker. What a great idea! I’ll put it on my to do list.

My spirit animal…

I better go and not get anything else done now or I may feel like I’ve accomplished something by the end of the day. That in turn could be a good confidence boost and make me feel like I can actually do things. Nonono, can’t have that.

G.