Oh. in Your Face

When you have shitty time management skills, probably the worst thing you could do would be to purchase items that guarantee that you’re going to waste even more time on something with no tangible reward…

And so that’s why I just ordered RollerCoaster Tycoon 1, 2 and 3. And I got EA Games to set me up with the Sims 2 Ultimate Collection for free, because I bought Sims 2 previously. I don’t know why I’m stuck in this rut of decade-old games, but those are just the ones I enjoy, I suppose.

Anyway. Fuck it. It’s my birthday today and my Nana and my mother sent me money to buy myself a little something.

It’s only a problem because I’m definitely not getting enough paid work done. I’m just .... sort of depressed? Not entirely depressed. Definitely feeling more anxiety lately, but I think that’s to do with my heart rate increasing now that I’m off the thyroid pills. I don’t know. It’s like I’m retreating into my shell. I don’t wanna talk, don’t wanna do anything productive. Don’t even have my usual gusto for eating. I mean, I’m still stuffing my face, but my plate will sit there for five or ten minutes before I even take a bite, and I dawdle over my meals. That’s completely unlike me - usually I scoff everything down in minutes, and am waiting on M to finish.

It’s another day in Tracy’s office, just me and the Bernold. I just ordered some of those hanging file thingies, which I wish I had thought about last week. Hopefully they’ll arrive on by Friday, and I can get the file cabinets organized before Tracy is back on Monday.

I need to write to my aunt. I also have personal emails to respond to, at least three. Just can’t be botherrrrrred. I did manage to finally scribble something on the postcards I bought, wrote the addresses on and applied stamps to TWO WEEKS AGO. Not that I wrote anything terribly poignant, but that’s not the point. I like to send postcards, and spend a lot of time picking out the ones with the best pictures or the ones that give people an idea of what this place looks like.