Ever get the feeling you're just making things worse, but you can't seem to stop?
Ye-es. A rough week for me. I haven't been eating or sleeping normally. I wake up four or five times a night. This morning I had nightmares about not being ready for work on time. I was saved from this becoming a reality only because a homie called and asked for something. Man. Monday sucked ass. I found myself randomly driving around in Urbana. Tuesday I spent an hour on the phone with my brother. Wednesday, I spent a total of TWO hours on the phone. I need to get a life. (sigh)
On the other hand, I am peculiarly unstressed about my job. Probably because I've raised slacking to an art form and am utterly unrepentant about it.
More on the subject, though. Yeah. I have a feeling I'm only compounding my errors in a few of my endeavours. Once again I am assailed by uncertainty. Only this time, I am prepared and I will fight on my terms or not at all. This will be hard. I'm not good at keeping resolutions. But this time I'm winning, dammit ... whatever the hell that means.