I was going to go out tonight. That was the plan. force myself to go out. See one of the many movies I very much want to see, maybe force myself to buy a few art supplies that I both want and need.
huh. I’m in bed. I’ll just lie here a moment and collect myself.
And then I woke up around midnight and ate ice cream.
I’m not going to beat myself up about this. This morning was HARD. I let myself have a twenty minute pity party with crying and swearing and mallet pounding (that’s not code for a goddamn thing) Later, I was given a coffee eclair (one of my favorite things) by one of the offending parties and they admitted that the morning was just an absolute disaster. That was nice, but I would have gladly given up my bribe/snack to skip the emotional exhaustion.
ok, gonna go eat goldfish crackers, try to get some reading done and achieve unconsciousness again!