It still amazes me how I can feel so tired after a day doing not very much at all. It's only just 6pm and I feel like I could curl up and sleep until morning. Seriously, all I have done today is go for a meal for my Mum's birthday and then sit around writing and planning work stuff for next week. Yet I feel exhausted. Bizarre
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I can identify with a lot of what you've written here, right down to the perfectionism getting worse with age thing. For me, it now even extends to completely unimportant stuff like Tumblr, on which I have to have the 'perfect number' of posts each day (which is 10 - previously it varied from 10-30 in increments of 5, and a posting session ending in 5 had to be followed by another one ending in 5 either the next day or the day after that, since my blog would be 'skewed' otherwise and it would start to give me actual heebie-jeebies... yeah, having varied numbers caused hella problems). Also, I remember all of my mistakes forever. Forever. And then when they randomly come back to me, it's about as pleasant as srsly loud nails on a chalkboard, especially since it angers me so much when things are wrong but cannot be fixed. Guh. NOTHING SHOULD BE WRONG. EVERRRRRLIHOIHGR(*HIORG)(J ( ... )
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