Escarmouches! (Was a word that I had written here in a draft for no reason I can recall.)
I've had an astounding revelation about why I'm so stressed and frantic and busy all the time. I take a really long time to get things done. All things. Emailing, homework, getting dressed. All the time. No wonder I can only ever get halfway through my to do list. See also: why I'm always running late, even though I super hate being late.
I think this is half thanks to my debilitating perfectionism and half because I have a majorly awful sense of time passing. I am constantly being shocked because I'll get engrossed in something and think five minutes have gone by and it's been half an hour. Shocked! Constantly! Like I was born without an internal chronometer.
And yes, I realize it's ridiculous to be thirty years old and just realizing this. Or maybe I've gotten worse.
So anyway. I ... guess that's something to work on?
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