I woke up this am and my first thought was ultra dramatic and pity party.
I am such a failure.
I think it’s safe to say that my manic mood is over. Because now, even thought I’m bummed and feeling crapulent and grouchy, it’s not so grandiose as mania was. Cuz mania was a 40 item to do list and the belief that I really could do it all in a day to two, so I might as well put it off. But depressive mood is a bare minimum to do list, which seems daunting but realistic and I know that it will take me longer than I’d like it to. And I must tackle it.
I have to pull up my bootstraps! Get my ass in gear! Stop romancing the canine! Just do it!
On the immediate agenda is making dinner and returning books I’ve bought in the past couple of days ($70 I could use back in my pocket. Thanks for the embarrassment, mania!). And finally cleaning my bathroom, since my toilet is spawning something. And also I must finish the work for this damn client so I can drop her. She adds more stress to my life than my ex and child combined, sometimes.
And maybe, just maybe, everyone will bathe tonight.
But anyways, My New Shoes!
