Today has lurched into a worm-eating kind of day

from a promising start. I stayed up to late last night, drank too much coffee before bed and today I'm tired and grumpy and bored. And waiting. I hate waiting. I especially hate waiting for return phonecalls from non-cellular phone types. I am thinking patient anti-panic attack thoughts; using them as a barrier to prevent the stress of the sound of especially officious annoying Archives patrons.

I want a cuddle and some soothing, loving words. And a nap. And a nice big toasted sandwich. And an escape from having too many things to do. It's around this point in my delicious little stress cycle that I begin to procrastinate, then panic attack, then melt into a little node of self pity and stay in bed for a few days. My Therapist would tell me to be kind to myself and to listen to myself and to do what I knew I needed to do. Thus, I am officially piking from training tonight, having an early night and doing crafty whatnots at home. Knitting and some sewing and some throwing out of shoes, probably. And maybe I will write a heartfelt dirge on my Casiotone.

 

An Urrrrrrrrrrrrly Noight.