8:30am. i’ve been at work for the last hour and a half. my eyes are bloodshot, my stomach is in knots. i couldn’t even bother to take a shower when i finally got out of bed this morning. thank god i work from home in my own little private corner in the basement of my house.
one coffee down, do i make myself another, or do i go for the more easily digestible redbull? i’m going to have to pick. why can’t i pick?
last night i tried going to bed “early” at 11pm. i thought i was tired, but apparently not tired enough. you know that feeling when you are just barely starting to fall asleep and then your whole body just fucking jolts and it almost feels like you’re falling for a fraction of a second? or you know the feeling of, i guess it’s some kind of acid reflux or something, but it happens while you are half asleep so you get woken up by the feeling of drowning in battery acid? that was the theme of my night. each event interspersed with thoughts and half dreams about things i didn’t want to think or dream about.
this morning is an endless stream of meetings. i’m not really paying attention. this afternoon i have meetings which were cancelled but i left them in my calendar so that no one could book me. i feel guilty about that. but honestly, i’m not sure i can deal with it today.
ok, redbull. get up, go. do it.