Inside my head, my brain is screaming. Too much information, not enough time to get it. Too much work to do rightfuckingnow, not enough money to buy the materials. Too much of this, not enough of that. Imbalance is a part of life I suppose, I'd just prefer it in smaller doses.
I ended up last night doing some CAD work instead of the power-tools-and-heavy-lifting. All things considered, it was a better fit for my mood, and it really was work that needed to be done. There's more that needs to be done, but it doesn't need to be done immediatement.
Stuff bothering me below the surface. Stupid stuff.
Feeling crappy enough to go home early. Bed now.
Tried to nap, can't quite get there. Will likely attempt walkies.
Walkies was good tonight, but we cut it a little short because of doggy-limpingness. Sadie's getting obviously old.
Climbing out of the pit.
Ah, a visit from the epiphany fairy casts a ray of sunlight through the darkening gloom.