I slept horridly.
Twixt wasting my morning doing nothing and urges to be responsible I am– well, let’s face it, I’m being lazy. I do want to be responsible, though. I actually do. Unfortunately for me, the only way I know how it to force myself. Yep, kill all forms of entertainment and, with the resulting anxiety and boredom, get to doing things I don’t do. Drastic, huh? That’s what it takes, I guess. Especially after developing bad habits for as long as I have.
I do see the irony in that last statement. On a few levels.
Evidently I can do or be trained to do responsible things. I hold my job, I write here almost every day, I brush and floss regularly. What else can I heap on to enhance my station in life?
I can’t tell if I am being sarcastic, genuine, or attempting to brainwash myself . . . I’m confused.
Self deprecation aside . . . I’m tired and muddled and bitching just to bitch. It’s what I do. I’m gonna go have a nice healthy smoothy and try to take a nap before work. I intend to feel better soon.