New teeth, old brain
Some days at the office there's actual work and productivity and concentration.
And other days there's just complete mental non-cooperation, and I know it's pointless to keep pretending anything's going to happen, but I can't tell anyone here that and hence, there's just trying to look busy till the whistle blows.
Guess which today was.
There is a chance I should have taken a second day off after having my massive dental work finished yesterday, complete with IV sedation. (It all looks great, btw, and should for all that damn money.) Apparently I made a call to my dad yesterday after I was driven home and I have no memory of it. This may have been a red flag.
There's also the fact that I had a lunch meeting today with some folks about making a web site for a small local company, and I took an hour and a half lunch when I should have just taken an hour and it's kind of for actual money, not just I'll-barter-you-for-some-free-manicures or whatever and I didn't tell either company that I do the other job and now I feel like I'm cheating on my job, somehow. Not that the actual work can't be done separately, it of course can, but...my brain is now overloaded with To Do's and I keep heaping more on it in some kind of bizarre masochistic compulsion, mostly to do with furniture buying and I offered to foster a dog too and what the FUCK is wrong with me that I overload my schedule so? I couldn't find time for meeting a boyfriend or something, I gotta obsess over furniture?
Drugs. Everything that happens today that I'm not fond of, it was the drugs.
And other days there's just complete mental non-cooperation, and I know it's pointless to keep pretending anything's going to happen, but I can't tell anyone here that and hence, there's just trying to look busy till the whistle blows.
Guess which today was.
There is a chance I should have taken a second day off after having my massive dental work finished yesterday, complete with IV sedation. (It all looks great, btw, and should for all that damn money.) Apparently I made a call to my dad yesterday after I was driven home and I have no memory of it. This may have been a red flag.
There's also the fact that I had a lunch meeting today with some folks about making a web site for a small local company, and I took an hour and a half lunch when I should have just taken an hour and it's kind of for actual money, not just I'll-barter-you-for-some-free-manicures or whatever and I didn't tell either company that I do the other job and now I feel like I'm cheating on my job, somehow. Not that the actual work can't be done separately, it of course can, but...my brain is now overloaded with To Do's and I keep heaping more on it in some kind of bizarre masochistic compulsion, mostly to do with furniture buying and I offered to foster a dog too and what the FUCK is wrong with me that I overload my schedule so? I couldn't find time for meeting a boyfriend or something, I gotta obsess over furniture?
Drugs. Everything that happens today that I'm not fond of, it was the drugs.