Wrapping still hasn't gotten done. Instead I spend my precious hours away from work and before sleep and when I am not eating or showering - reading. I finally caught up on a blog I was introduced to before our internet went down at the end of November. I feel like I just finished reading a book, when the story sticks with you afterward even though this is real life and real time now that I am up-to-date. I guess because I just went through almost four years of life with these "characters" (real people), I got a little attached.
I also realized I needed to hurry and catch up as it was taking up a lot of my freetime. I didn't play my PS3 at all this weekend because it was just television and this blog. Crazy shit. Makes me worry about my priorities. Though I must indulge in anything that keep my mind of the worries work can bring. I realized today (? maybe yesterday) when I exhaled in a load and slow-seeping kind of way that had my neighbor giving me a look, that I need to calm my shit. I am not breathing right, my body is all tensed. I got an audit from QC that was something I actually did correctly so I had to get all ruffled about that and make the moves to get them to fix it.
I will leave early tomorrow for a doctor's appointment so maybe that will allow me to mellow a bit - the promise of an early day. I don't think I am fucking anything royally up but it is just a world of a lot of different things going on that you must be aware and on top of and that gets my anxiety a-flowing. I haven't had a private thought I feel in weeks. Haven't contemplated what my next challenge should be and we are less than two weeks away from the New Year. I guess I could just live life like a normal person, without self-imposed obstacles-meant-to-beget-creativity. But why would I want to be boring?
I also realized I needed to hurry and catch up as it was taking up a lot of my freetime. I didn't play my PS3 at all this weekend because it was just television and this blog. Crazy shit. Makes me worry about my priorities. Though I must indulge in anything that keep my mind of the worries work can bring. I realized today (? maybe yesterday) when I exhaled in a load and slow-seeping kind of way that had my neighbor giving me a look, that I need to calm my shit. I am not breathing right, my body is all tensed. I got an audit from QC that was something I actually did correctly so I had to get all ruffled about that and make the moves to get them to fix it.
I will leave early tomorrow for a doctor's appointment so maybe that will allow me to mellow a bit - the promise of an early day. I don't think I am fucking anything royally up but it is just a world of a lot of different things going on that you must be aware and on top of and that gets my anxiety a-flowing. I haven't had a private thought I feel in weeks. Haven't contemplated what my next challenge should be and we are less than two weeks away from the New Year. I guess I could just live life like a normal person, without self-imposed obstacles-meant-to-beget-creativity. But why would I want to be boring?
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