When I get things done, I feel good. When I don’t get things done, I feel bad. This is a feedback loop with both positive and negative reenforcement.
So why do I hardly ever seem to get things done?
I spent most of the weekend sitting on the couch or staring stupidly of piles of stuff that needs to get done, but taking no action.
I wore my trenchcoat for the first time this season, and managed to rip it.
Maybe my mom can fix it Wednesday when I go to Maine for Thanksgiving… my sewing skills aren’t up to snuff.
=(
I’ve been terribly depressed the past week.
My grandfather is dying, my father is sick, my uncle had pretty serious cancer, my aunt has a whole slew of maladies, my mother is talking about what to do if she becomes terminally ill, I’m a week behind with code at work, and my girlfriend’s work schedule conspires with my own to keep me alone.
Usually, I can deal with stress pretty well, but lately it’s been getting to me.
I need something good for a change.
The prognosis on my grandfather is that he won’t last the weekend. I was out there tonight, I’m going out again tomorrow to be with him.
My mood lately can be summed up with: *sigh*