Um...is it morning already?
My sleeping pattern is out of whack this week and I'm having extremely bizarre dreams during the moments that I can sleep. I skipped out of the gym last night, which would have been useful in releasing a little of the mental pressure that is currently bringing my head near to the point exploding. I guess the couch seemed like a better option once I came outside yesterday to buckets of rain. So I layed around last night unable to find any motivation to clean, read, do art or even smoke. I talked to Dave and Brian last night. It gave me the opportunity to vent a little bit, but it is difficult when I can't identify all of the things that are contributing to me feeling this way. I just know that I feel like shit about myself and that is leaking into my attitude at work. I have been feeling ineffective at work over the past 2 weeks. This is rather poor timing with the cluster fuck of crisis which are growing at an alarming speed like a giant pulsating spider egg sack. I am trying to break it down into manageable tasks this morning in an attempt to manage that feeling of panic....I know....just breathe...it does wonders.