I’m perfectly content in a foul sort of way to sit here in my dark room and avoid dealing with the world. More specifically dealing with my house. Once again I have fallen into a rut of not wanting to dive into the cleaning that has piled up. My excuses are many, and some of them are legit. They have all swirled together to make one ugly giant mess of anger at having to do a lot of it myself. So instead of chipping away at it, or killing myself by doing it in one long day of dread, I do what I do best. Nothing. It’s a talent I know.
Pep talks just make me cranky and “Rah rah GO!” just grates muh nerves.
So- I’m giving myself a deadline to sit here. I will be done being a hermit on July 27, 2010. No…just kidding. Tomorrow we go to a Roughriders game and in order to go, we are doing some work.
Don’t worry…these times don’t last long for me lately. I’m really ok. I promise.