Today I took the day off work due to stress-related illness (that makes me sound like a celebrity, doesn't it? That's what they always blame when they are rushed to the hospital for heroin overdose) -- basically, I have stopped sleeping because I've managed to wrap myself in a warm blanket of anxiety over a number of things that are going on in my little world.
I am trying to push myself to allocate enough time for everything, but each night finds me lying in bed muttering: "Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. I didn't get this done. I need to do this. I need to do this. Fuck, how could I forget about this?"
Blah, blah, blah, I'm a big pussy and I don't know how to relax*.
So, what did I do with my impromptu day off? I used it as an opportunity to try to get some more things done.
That's enough bitching. Normal service will resume tomorrow.
*Who has time to relax? Relaxing takes time, which means that I then have even less time to do stuff, which means that I become even more stressed. Stupid fucking vicious cycle.