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Do you ever think about something you’ve done recently, or something you’re in the process of doing, and think to yourself: Man, I’m an idiot!
I’ve been doing that a lot lately.
Disregarding any questionable emailing decisions I may or may not have made in the recent past, let’s take a look at some of the less nausea-inducing choices I’ve gone with this week:
- SUNDAY: I do not work on my book in favor of lunch at Macaroni Grill with my husband and shopping for work clothes. Okay, not too bad of a choice, but still – book? Work in progress? Anyone?
- MONDAY: I go to school for most of the morning. Before the year has started. And I do WORK. Ugh. If this is not indicative of insanity, I don’t know what is. Then, after lunch, I browse the internet and take a short nap. Book? What book? No, I don’t need to work on my book.
- TODAY: I just spent an hour crawling around on my hands and knees, scraping tiny flecks of yellow paint off our hallway flooring. I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to do stuff like that. And I also found out I’ve been eating like 2500 calories a day, hence the weight gain I’ve been whining about for weeks. And I still have not worked on my book.
I’ve been cleaning our house like a madwoman, trying to find a place to put everything and failing miserably. I’m also slightly stressed out about the yellow paint spots on our carpet and I’m wondering if Stanley Steemer can do anything about those. Does anyone know?
Have to go pick up my husband from work now… loveyoubye!