Well, my last few days have been extremely unproductive. I'm doing my best to try not to feel let down by myself over them, though the house is a dreadful mess and my sleeping pattern's quite screwed. I still feel OK in myself but I'm getting flashes of anxiety and I know I need to avoid falling into that hole and getting riddled with self-hatred. This is all getting so tiring.
Enjoying 'Deadwood' still, and enjoying being at home and feeling safe. Work Xmas do on Friday, vaguely nervous about that as I don't really mesh with that kind of event. Oh well. I'm sure nobody can object if I'm boring enough to sneak off home early so I can help move a dishwasher, can they?
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