A wasted evening

[crowdog66]

I got all but two pages of the number of HB pages I promised my editor this weekend finished and sent off this afternoon. But this evening? Not one, not even flats. I pissed the hours away surfing the internet.

I can't seem to concentrate or think straight. I burned a pot of noodles, cried about it, then whipped up an even bigger pot of noodles and gorged myself on carbs.

I'm running low on focus, strength, and hope. I just pray that I'll feel at least a little better tomorrow. I have to go out to the bank and make a couple of phone calls, and the prospect is bringing new tears to my eyes.

Off to bed, and munching crackers while I read a book. I think I'm going to need another tranquillizer.

I can't take many more days like this. It just hurts too damned much.

EDITED TO ADD: Screw the tranquillizer. I'm taking a Seroquel (the medication equivalent of a two-by-four across my frontal lobes). Give that about twenty minutes to kick in and I should be feeling no pain at all...

Comments

[matrixrefugee.livejournal.com]

Hey, you have productive days and slow days, sometimes treading on each other's heels. Let yourself have a slow day: tomorrow will be better.

[crowdog66.livejournal.com]

Thanks... I hope so. :-)

to quote:

[bodi-kat.livejournal.com]

"Somedays, you're the Louisville Slugger, some days, you're the ball ..."

We all have 'em, hon.

How's your week shaping up for getting together? Should i just pick a day and nail you to it, figuratively speaking, of course?

Re: to quote:

[crowdog66.livejournal.com]

Next week is actually looking a lot better for me; this week is going to be packed solid with HB.

How about next Thursday (August 9th)?