Fragmented

In spite of getting up late and feeling like anything BUT leaving the house, I got out, walked four blocks, and picked up some groceries. I have to pick up the slack on my physical activity these next few weeks so I'll be in the best possible shape for the bellydancing course I'm starting later in September.

*shakes head* Nevertheless, I find it very hard to focus right now. There are so many things I want to do -- write up some spells for wiccanmoons, lay flats on Star Wars, meditate -- that I feel fragmented, both mentally and emotionally.

At least I got coffee in my travels. Woot!

Okay...

Flats have been laid on the Hardy Boys covers. Assuming Jim gets back to me tomorrow, I'm ready to start painting them.

Fuck. I think I'm going to go to bed now and get up early tomorrow to work on this. Shit, shit, shit... this is one deadline I did NOT need.