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[Mar. 22nd, 2009|01:25 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Let That Be Enough, Switchfoot | ] |
I'm falling to pieces.
I knew this would happen.
-Mmaster |
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[Mar. 22nd, 2009|10:37 pm] |
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This weekend has not been a success. I had three stated goals; if I had accomplished even one of them, then I would have considered it worthwhile.
* Catch up on Uni work
* Catch up on Work work
* De-stress
As it is, I lacked motivation for anything related to anything useful. I wound up spending most of the time hitting "Attack" on MechQuest because it was brainless.
But I broke down into tears twice today - once onto Chris, who managed to make me feel a little better while he was here. ("You're so stressed about these things because you care about them a lot." "Yeah, but 'caring' doesn't get them done.") We hung out on the trampoline for a while, because I realised that I had barely seen the sun in three days. Fresh air may have helped, marginally, but I am unconvinced.
And now I'm too spun out to sleep, despite trying to go to bed half an hour ago. I've been lying there, trying to do some vague form of meditation - thinking of blackness every time a thought intrudes, and breathing evenly - but the universe is winning. Sometimes writing in here is a form of therapy.
Gods, I'm tired of this.
-Mmaster |
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