It's one of those days that just makes you want to give up, go home, and go directly to bed. It's unseasonably hot and the gardening I simply must do when I get home is intimidating. I have no hot-weather clothes to wear to work, making me want to wear my pjs to work even more than I usually do (want to, that is - not actually wear them. Even my workplace is more formal than that). Work is alterntaing between light speed and snail's pace. Distracitng "do this now" projects keep coming up, preventing me from doing what I had planned to do - and wow, I actually had made a plan, so it's distressing not to be able to do it. "Plan your work and work your plan," as a friend's motivational wallpaper says (real wallpaper, not on a computer desktop). I've been drinking the same mug of coffee all day so probably I will get ill from the dairy that's been on my desk all day. My house needs to be vacuumed, as the dog fur tumbleweeds dance in the air conditioning. This morning I found ears of corn that had gone bad - towards liquid! - sitting on the counter.
I feel like I can't keep up with my life, can't handle myself, even though, from a reason-based standpoint, I am not particularly busy and there is little of importance to cause me stress. It's one thing when other people disappoint you. It's another when you disappoint yourself. What to do about that....
I want my mom.
