If it were possible not to treat work as a constant battle of will against my own desires and judgements, then I would have done it by now I'm sure.
My eyes are barely open, and I am still waiting on my computer to restart so I can finish off the server repair I was working on today. I feel exhausted, and on a different planet. If I were a sim, I'd be screaming at the screen for the deity who was controlling me to let me have some fun social time. And lots of sex. If only. I feel like a wreck. I need a night out, and some serious selfish relaxation time so I'll stop feeling so miserable. And I need to finish the things I'm working on, get out of the endless loop of procrastination, and stop things weighing on my mind.
Time to pass out. Maybe things won't seem so difficult tomorrow. God I hope so.
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