It’s sort of an old picture… but this is how I feel at the moment. There are a bunch of things that are stressing me out (some I can’t talk about), and I’m exhausted and I haven’t paid rent yet because I can’t remember that I need to pay it long enough to write the check, and I feel like I desperately need a vacation but can’t take one, and I just want to knit something without a deadline but there are so many deadlines looming that I can’t convince myself it is ok.
I’m in desperate need of Stitch and Bitch tonight (Birdsong will be there!), so I’ll be there even if I have to walk across Salt Lake City to get there. I feel like a towel that has been physically, emotionally, and mentally wrung dry and it’s like I’m staring at a series of wringers and wondering what more they think they can get out of me.
It’s enough to make a girl move to a yurt in Outer-Mongolia where she can just starve to death in peace.
Hopefully some less morbid commentary tomorrow. I got a few books in the mail and plan to review them, but again with the not caring getting in the way of actual productivity.
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p.s. I don’t really want to hear “I hope you feel better”‘s, etc… so I’m not allowing comments on this post. Don’t freak out… I just don’t want to feel guilty for not responding to more comments.
