Procrastination and a little Angst

I'm finding it incredibly hard to stay motivated today - as a result I've achieved very little - approaching Christmas with apprehension.

Super intense therapy session yesterday and resulting evening meltdown where after a glass of wine with Jessica I hid in bed and read novels about Chinese footbinding in the nineteenth century. And did that thing where I don't eat anything for twenty-four hours because it feels like far too much effort. And now I'm feeling like going to bed again, with its warm tree-house like nature and the semi-trashy historical novels of joy that get caught up in the bed and surround me (I kick them inadvertently in the night); thus they're a physical barrier as well distracting me for hours at a time.