I wish I could say today was productive but while I did some note-writing, it was very very light, not actually making progress. (Well, I did cover half of a thing I set to do a couple days ago, but it ain't finished yet.)
I'm tired, dangerously so.
And struggling to stay afloat.
I was worried I wouldn't make it home. I prayed to the traffic gods and tried every trick in my book and barely pulled it off.
I'm not doing good enough, and I am scared.
I don't have coherent thoughts, this is different facets mixing their thoughts, but I am not really doing well. I'm tired, I'm not getting things done, drive is scary, I'm just afraid I'm not going to survive yet I really really really want to.
Commentaires