Sunday, December 1, 2013

when this stuff's all over there'll be new stuff

You should go to bed, it's 12.37.


Did you finish your work?

-Nope. I did a little bit though, which is more than I've done in the past months. I broke the fear, thankfully.

But you're still horribly late and not finished.


You have a lot to do this week.

-Yes, this is why I'm reluctant to take anything on - because then I don't do it, and stress and pressure ensues. Also guilt and failure. But ah well. I'm only working two days this week, and one next week, and none thereafter til the new year at some unspecified time. Part of me is terrified at the thought of having no money, and part of me is desperate for the break and deeply, deeply relieved not to have to go to work tomorrow morning.
Anyhoo, bed time. I'm not doing all-nighters anymore. I can't. I snuggle into bed, surround myself with pillows, and pretend my furry hot water bottle is a manly torso to cuddle into. It may be pathetic, but at least it's a comfort. 


Ms. Moon said...

And it doesn't snore.

Jo said...