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Such cold. So bright. So ice.
I can get through today. I'm tired and want to hide from the world, but I can get through today. I got hugs and snuggles from BOTH kids this morning and actually was able to do work before people started trying to make me crazy.
I had a really good lunch of really unhealthy food. I don't regret it, though, since it was really, really good.
My tshirt today has Stitch dressed up in Jayne's Cunning Hat. It's adorable and appropriate. Cute and fluffy and shiny. My nails got an extra coat of glitter this morning, so they are also shiny, but not fluffy.
I can make it through today. Then I only have one more day of work before the weekend. I have a spa morning on Saturday and no other plans. I might take Emi out for a girls' night on Saturday to either the fusion hafla (wtf) or teacher M's set at MH. Or I might just hide at home because I've been having to be on my A Game of Extroversion lately and I really, really want to hide.
Did I mention lunch was really good? I'm eyeing the other half of my carrot cake and considering whether I really need to go make some tea to properly enjoy it, if I'm still too full to give it proper consideration, or if it's just that good and to hell with the consequences.
My internal voice is still really mean to me and makes me sad. "Fucking idiot" might be the nicest thing I've called myself today. Don't know. Changing this habit is hard. I know it'll be worth it in the end, but right now it seems unachievable. Also, I haven't even attempted a morning workout in probably 2 weeks, so that's more ammunition for the jerkbrain to fire at me. "Maybe if you weren't such a lazy fuckup, you'd actually have the balls to do a piddly workout. But, no, you just wallow in the fat slobbiness and have another cookie".
Okay. Time to bring out the big guns. I have a Call From Hell at 3, so that gives me a bit over 90 minutes to listen to my Smile Dammit playlist and get things done and ignore the voices in my head calling for a re-election, coup, or other armed insurrection.
I had a really good lunch of really unhealthy food. I don't regret it, though, since it was really, really good.
My tshirt today has Stitch dressed up in Jayne's Cunning Hat. It's adorable and appropriate. Cute and fluffy and shiny. My nails got an extra coat of glitter this morning, so they are also shiny, but not fluffy.
I can make it through today. Then I only have one more day of work before the weekend. I have a spa morning on Saturday and no other plans. I might take Emi out for a girls' night on Saturday to either the fusion hafla (wtf) or teacher M's set at MH. Or I might just hide at home because I've been having to be on my A Game of Extroversion lately and I really, really want to hide.
Did I mention lunch was really good? I'm eyeing the other half of my carrot cake and considering whether I really need to go make some tea to properly enjoy it, if I'm still too full to give it proper consideration, or if it's just that good and to hell with the consequences.
My internal voice is still really mean to me and makes me sad. "Fucking idiot" might be the nicest thing I've called myself today. Don't know. Changing this habit is hard. I know it'll be worth it in the end, but right now it seems unachievable. Also, I haven't even attempted a morning workout in probably 2 weeks, so that's more ammunition for the jerkbrain to fire at me. "Maybe if you weren't such a lazy fuckup, you'd actually have the balls to do a piddly workout. But, no, you just wallow in the fat slobbiness and have another cookie".
Okay. Time to bring out the big guns. I have a Call From Hell at 3, so that gives me a bit over 90 minutes to listen to my Smile Dammit playlist and get things done and ignore the voices in my head calling for a re-election, coup, or other armed insurrection.