Some Success Yesterday
Listening to: myself chewing gum (unpleasant but tru)
Yesterday I managed to forged through those feelings of procrastination and get a bit done. Today I am at exactly the same place. Sitting here, not wanting to do the jobs that I have to. I have completed some of the tasks, which does make me feel better... but I realised that even while I was working, I was feeling guilty for not getting my other (more creative and stimulating) parts of my job done.
I live a reasonably sane existance. But it is at times like this that I wonder about my own bloody head noises. Maybe I am quite mad, but just think I hide it well.
I am not quite sure... no no.. I can't be crackers. I don't think I am. People in my family are mad. Not me.
I am now wondering if I should go down to the shops. I need some things. But I have to wash that bloody hair of mine first. I don't feel like having a shower now.
Why is my head full of such inane, bland, trivial thoughts. It is like I am living a very small existance in my holidays. But I love them just the same. But I don't like this head space of mine at the moment.
I don't know.
