i'm draggin'

[fflo]

and i don't mean that i'm wearing a suit & tie


What's with today, and how horribly slow it is? Could the hollow feeling I have be entirely about being without my fun houseguests, or is there an element of those scratchy ol' heartbroken blues, with the needle stuck in the record and the same refrains repeating, jarringly, so much that it seems the record will never end? (Okay, I'll just answer it: yes, there is. An element. Of that.)


Got a little more freelance work today, at least, so that's good. Have to do it now, though, which is less good.

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Thanks, D. I'm caffeinating like crazy but still totally fuzzy headed and overtired and (yeh) blue, not to mention having great difficulty motivating to work diligently and with sharp focus.

I need to do some basic self-care-taking stuff, and for a few days in a row if possible---in the spirit of Big Fat Love, if you will---like eating regularly and somewhat decently & sleeping & drinking water & I don't know what-all. Seeing a movie is always good. Try to limit self-medicating and metaphorically doping practices as much as possible. See friends. (I'm supposed to get E. tomorrow night; lunch with co-worker friend today.)

I'm not good these days at the transition from shared domesticity (in the form of houseguests or, earlier this year, in the form of staying with friends) back to living alone. It's not the daily, hourly experience of it; I'm actually pretty well adjusted, as you might expect, to managing daily life in practical ways (with a few noticeable areas of weakness). It's the emotional adjustment to being single that rears its head again freshly every time I bid adieu to ongoing domestic familiar company.