I’m noticing a trend towards self-defeat lately, both at work and in finishing up this last class for my master’s. What the hell is that about? I’m procrastinating, making choices with my time that I know are terrible choices. Spending more time escaping and numbing. Heh. And I can’t stop hearing this song on internal heavy rotation:
I find myself filled with some kind of ennui when I think about the dumpster diving required to figure out the way, but more likely it’s avoiding something. I wish someone could reach into the spaghetti tangle of my brain and straighten things out.
Just in case there’s a gray sky component, I am amping up the vitamin D and B complex. Something must give!