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Jan 16, 2007 at 03:13 o\clock

Some Success Yesterday

by: bluestone

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.

Comments for this entry:

  1. quotethecru wrote at Jan 16, 2007 at 04:54 o\clock:I hope that life smiles on you and that the sun shines on you today.
  2. quoteButtercup2 wrote at Jan 16, 2007 at 05:23 o\clock:W We all have times when we question our lives and what we want to a a chieve
  3. quoteDiddums wrote at Jan 30, 2007 at 12:34 o\clock:It might be a slight depression. I think that paperwork and very boring routine work would drive anyone with any imagination insane. I read a sci-fi book about the commander of a space station who, no matter how he relaxed before his visit to the doctor, kept being told he had high blood pressure. Then things got really dangerous and frightening, with the space station very nearly blowing up, and in the middle of it all (typical doc!) she insisted to testing his blood pressure again, and it was normal. "You thrive on these kinds of problems," she said. Quite right too. It's the paperwork that will stress us all into the ground...

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