Aug 02, 2010 17:58
What's the point of vacation if you feel equally tired and fed up at the end of it? I mean I did relax a few times. I did. But I also panicked and felt anxious and agonized and overanalyzed and was generally unable to be the calm, happy holiday person I wanted to be.
And now it's over. One more day after this and then WORK stretching out until the whole foreseeable future. Gah.
Edit: I wasn't supposed to stop there. LJ and I still don't understand each other.
Not sure what else I can say. It was a good holiday, all in all. I'd probably feel this way no matter what. I'm glad Eureka started during my holiday so I had time to enjoy it, ditto the con. I'm glad I didn't have to travel more than this and that the renovation hasn't even properly started yet. I'm glad things went well with the cat and I get to keep him. These are all good things.
One thing, though. I hate everything to do with housework or spending money. Both things make m esuper anxious. It didn't help that I had a whole day of fun stacked up, doing the laundry was still a huge thing. (I was supposed to do it today and I just can't.) Also, I hate going to the grocery store, I can't make choices or make plans about dinner. I can't plan ahead and I'm broke. Terrible combination.
Positive thoughts.
I have a job.
I have an apartment.
I have a cat.
I have a girlfriend.
People at work like me.
I get money when I go tow ork.
I can eat candy.
I will eat candy.
I am now eating candy.
I feel like this is not working today.
depression,
i "love" my job