I’ve always expected so much of myself. Craziness, though, it gets in the way of big aspirations. Hell, it gets in the way of small aspirations. So, in the state I’m in, I’ve just got to do things really slowly and compromised and concede defeat, and it frustrates me. I couldn’t organise my way out of a paper bag right now. Even stuff I’ve elected to do myself, even stuff for fun, it can be too hard. Anyway, today was one of those days. I’m going to Sydney tomorrow, and I had to be hyper organised, but instead I watched firefly in bed.
I did, however, finally sew the hood onto the hoody I made a long time ago, and then remade after I lost weight. Since I’m going to a mighty cold place, I thought I might need it. It’s supposed to make me look like a dinosaur.
It’s supposed to, anyway. Anna says it makes me look like a chicken. She means well. See, don’t I look like a dinosaur?
Only kidding. It’s not really me. I never behave inappropriately in the workplace.