I keep hoping if I work hard enough, I’ll get down to a lower strata of desk stuff and find some things I’ve been idly looking for. But more gets piled on top. Sometimes I think I’m not making any progress.
I make to do lists and half-ignore them. I think of ways to help myself and have no energy to implement the plans.
People give me stuff I don’t know what to do with.
Time passes super fast, a lot of the time.
My good intentions are jumbled up and many are forgotten. Can’t remember what I was going to do with this cool paper that depicts beautiful insects.
Can’t decide whether to write to the prisoner penpal I don’t really like but feel bad for. Meanwhile, his address is sitting here on my desk.
I prioritize, then do random things that aren’t in keeping with my vision.
Life is weird. Last night I felt intense anguish. I have some tricks for keeping my mind in a good place, but all that was failing.
Then I slept around 11 hours, and I’m hoping things will be easier now.