hello and help me procrastinate...
I have to go and bury myself inside a spreadsheet in a few minutes but I keep trying to put it off through various ways and means and I figure posting a post qualifies ...
Work is bonkers. And I am bonkers. I seem to alternate between wanting to scream loudly or crawl under my covers and never come out. I do not know what happened to what little equilibrium I used to have. I'm ready to itch out of my skin all the time. If I'm going to turn into a werewolf or something could it just happen already? I do not like being this out of control.
I'm used to being sad and mopey. This being borderline irritated all the time needs to go away soonest. I don't know if its work stuff being up in the air, getting used to my new supervisor, some phase of the moon, wacky brain chemistry, or mixed flavors thereof but UGH. WOE.
Touch-starved and over stimulated at the same time. Oh self you are wonderfully wacky.
Breathes in and out. Drowns self in Tumblr pretties. OK Spreadsheet ... let's get it on...
Work is bonkers. And I am bonkers. I seem to alternate between wanting to scream loudly or crawl under my covers and never come out. I do not know what happened to what little equilibrium I used to have. I'm ready to itch out of my skin all the time. If I'm going to turn into a werewolf or something could it just happen already? I do not like being this out of control.
I'm used to being sad and mopey. This being borderline irritated all the time needs to go away soonest. I don't know if its work stuff being up in the air, getting used to my new supervisor, some phase of the moon, wacky brain chemistry, or mixed flavors thereof but UGH. WOE.
Touch-starved and over stimulated at the same time. Oh self you are wonderfully wacky.
Breathes in and out. Drowns self in Tumblr pretties. OK Spreadsheet ... let's get it on...