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I feel kind of like I wasted my day. But it isn't as if I spent all day rolling around in bed. Most of it was running around downtown getting things done - so I did do things, just, not anything productive.
I won't be sending out cards this year. The more I think about Christmas, the more frustrated I get, because I really do not like it at all. It isn't a happy time for me; it's a stressful time, and I'd really have nothing to do with it. But since I'm basically forced to celebrate it, I can at least not add any extra stress to it.
As time goes on, I'm starting to feel more frustrated by pretty much everything. But I think it's just that I need a break from home. Things at home aren't very good right now because my mum isn't feeling well (still), and it makes things pretty stressful. But, I'll manage. And that vacation is coming up soon.
While I was out for lunch today, I took my notebook with me to work on things. It's been a while since I worked on anything in there. And the stories in there... well, they aren't very good. But they aren't terrible. So I'll finish them, or try to. But it seems that a lot of the things I've been writing lately are the "this isn't great, but it's okay, so I'll work on it" kind of deal. It's frustrating. I want to be satisfied about things.
Oh, well.