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dragonlady7i feel like my soul is drained. i'm not even that busy, i just have so many things i have to do hanging over me, and the 9 hours a day i spent at work are all wasted time that just distracts me.
i am not utilizing the time i have, and don't have enough time to not utilize it properly. i wasted great swathes of time this weekend. i need to just sit and be in one place for like a week, and not have any other distractions. i need to be all on one computer, i need all my information in one place, i need everything to make sense and i need to get organized.
i need to set up the office in my room properly. my living room is a shambles and my bedroom's not much better. i can't use either. i need SPACE. I need time. I need to THINK.
God, I wish they'd fired me. I could get by on unemployment. I don't spend money. I'd be fine. I'm such a fool.
I'm not even getting anything done at work because I'm too fritzy and confused.
BLEAGH.
I wasted my weekend. I sat and stared at the computer. I cleaned like a maniac on Saturday but only the kitchen and bathroom got cleaned. Dave did the laundry, bless him, but I am so confused I don't know what to do next. The living room needs a backhoe taken to it, and my bedroom needs to be expanded about twenty feet each direction to accomodate everything I need to put in it. I don't want to reorganize it again but I'll have to. Eck.
I'm just *tired* and I need a *break* and I can't HAVE one.
It's only going to get worse.
I have been sticking somewhat to my sleep program, which means that my sleeping schedule is entirely random and not-continguous. (This morning, i worked out a tentative CSS stylesheet for my site and made beef stew.) I have a samples page online, but that's about it. I'm so confused in general it's not funny.
So. Where was I? I can't even compose an entry.
The office has a betting pool started up about when a baby's going to be born-- one of the programmers' wives is expecting, and he's informed us he's told his son to be born on Wednesday. The due date is Nov 1 but the doctor said she could pop any day, so it's up for grabs.
Two of the other programmers bought a spot on each day by just putting in a $20 each, so it's kind of a moot point now.
I'll play, but more to be sportsmanlike. I haven't got much cash. I owe a coworker $70 for dinner for me and Dave at the *last* going-away party, and now there's another one coming up next week. So...
ARGH. I'm just... I'm just frazzled. I need to GET ORGANIZED. It's become clear to me that my first, paramount priority in a home business is that I have AN OFFICE. I'm thinking of dismantling my bed, actually, after this next weekend (Katy and Adam will be sleeping over), except I have nowhere to put it. However, I could probably stack it against the wall, and then I'd have a soft place to bang my head repeatedly.
Sigh.
If I got rid of the bed, I could still sleep on the couch if I didn't want to snuggle with Dave, and then I could move some furniture out of the living room and set up my bedroom as a really nice office where both Dave and I could work, then the living room would be roomier, and then we'd all be happy. And MAYBE I'd actually get something DONE, if I had a place to sit comfortably and do it, with all my materials to hand. (I keep misplacing to-do lists, and i need to figure out how to sync my iPod to my iCal, yadda yadda.)
Sigh.
I don't have enough time for all of this. Blah.
i am not utilizing the time i have, and don't have enough time to not utilize it properly. i wasted great swathes of time this weekend. i need to just sit and be in one place for like a week, and not have any other distractions. i need to be all on one computer, i need all my information in one place, i need everything to make sense and i need to get organized.
i need to set up the office in my room properly. my living room is a shambles and my bedroom's not much better. i can't use either. i need SPACE. I need time. I need to THINK.
God, I wish they'd fired me. I could get by on unemployment. I don't spend money. I'd be fine. I'm such a fool.
I'm not even getting anything done at work because I'm too fritzy and confused.
BLEAGH.
I wasted my weekend. I sat and stared at the computer. I cleaned like a maniac on Saturday but only the kitchen and bathroom got cleaned. Dave did the laundry, bless him, but I am so confused I don't know what to do next. The living room needs a backhoe taken to it, and my bedroom needs to be expanded about twenty feet each direction to accomodate everything I need to put in it. I don't want to reorganize it again but I'll have to. Eck.
I'm just *tired* and I need a *break* and I can't HAVE one.
It's only going to get worse.
I have been sticking somewhat to my sleep program, which means that my sleeping schedule is entirely random and not-continguous. (This morning, i worked out a tentative CSS stylesheet for my site and made beef stew.) I have a samples page online, but that's about it. I'm so confused in general it's not funny.
So. Where was I? I can't even compose an entry.
The office has a betting pool started up about when a baby's going to be born-- one of the programmers' wives is expecting, and he's informed us he's told his son to be born on Wednesday. The due date is Nov 1 but the doctor said she could pop any day, so it's up for grabs.
Two of the other programmers bought a spot on each day by just putting in a $20 each, so it's kind of a moot point now.
I'll play, but more to be sportsmanlike. I haven't got much cash. I owe a coworker $70 for dinner for me and Dave at the *last* going-away party, and now there's another one coming up next week. So...
ARGH. I'm just... I'm just frazzled. I need to GET ORGANIZED. It's become clear to me that my first, paramount priority in a home business is that I have AN OFFICE. I'm thinking of dismantling my bed, actually, after this next weekend (Katy and Adam will be sleeping over), except I have nowhere to put it. However, I could probably stack it against the wall, and then I'd have a soft place to bang my head repeatedly.
Sigh.
If I got rid of the bed, I could still sleep on the couch if I didn't want to snuggle with Dave, and then I could move some furniture out of the living room and set up my bedroom as a really nice office where both Dave and I could work, then the living room would be roomier, and then we'd all be happy. And MAYBE I'd actually get something DONE, if I had a place to sit comfortably and do it, with all my materials to hand. (I keep misplacing to-do lists, and i need to figure out how to sync my iPod to my iCal, yadda yadda.)
Sigh.
I don't have enough time for all of this. Blah.
