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...*sighs*
I don't know if it's because I didn't take drugs for more than 24 hours, or because I slept WAY, WAY too much last night and yesterday (apparently to make up for the previous two nights of little sleep and subsequent threatening cold), or if it's because I'm undoubtedly low on iron this week...
...But I am completely exhausted. Ugh. My joints are sore now, and I only got up two hours ago...but I can't think straight (even after finally taking meds), and I just want to go back to bed. Puke, kill me.
What's really uncool about this is that I'd promised myself these two weeks were going to be for cleaning my room. My boss gave me two weeks off (in preparation for the amount of hours I'm going to be working this summer, as we'll be short-staffed again), so I figured I'd use most of that time to get cleaned up and organized.
Because I'm a compulsive hoarder.
And I'm not just saying that - I'm an Oprah/Dr. Phil/Internet-E-bay-lady compulsive hoarder. Just with less room to hoard IN. So the crap in my room is basically chest-high all over, and covering every surface except my bed (which has just enough clear room for me to sleep).
But now it's THURSDAY of the second week. I have four days left (possibly more depending on my upcoming schedule, but I'll say four to be safe), and I've done nearly nothing. Got one bag of trash out and a few books that weren't mine downstairs. That's about it.
It feels like I'm in school again, with one of those Big Projects I could never get done, watching the deadline approach with dread.
And I hate it.
I don't know if it's because I didn't take drugs for more than 24 hours, or because I slept WAY, WAY too much last night and yesterday (apparently to make up for the previous two nights of little sleep and subsequent threatening cold), or if it's because I'm undoubtedly low on iron this week...
...But I am completely exhausted. Ugh. My joints are sore now, and I only got up two hours ago...but I can't think straight (even after finally taking meds), and I just want to go back to bed. Puke, kill me.
What's really uncool about this is that I'd promised myself these two weeks were going to be for cleaning my room. My boss gave me two weeks off (in preparation for the amount of hours I'm going to be working this summer, as we'll be short-staffed again), so I figured I'd use most of that time to get cleaned up and organized.
Because I'm a compulsive hoarder.
And I'm not just saying that - I'm an Oprah/Dr. Phil/Internet-E-bay-lady compulsive hoarder. Just with less room to hoard IN. So the crap in my room is basically chest-high all over, and covering every surface except my bed (which has just enough clear room for me to sleep).
But now it's THURSDAY of the second week. I have four days left (possibly more depending on my upcoming schedule, but I'll say four to be safe), and I've done nearly nothing. Got one bag of trash out and a few books that weren't mine downstairs. That's about it.
It feels like I'm in school again, with one of those Big Projects I could never get done, watching the deadline approach with dread.
And I hate it.
