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Excellent Article.

Why I hate to complain. Also, Why I don't want any more responsibility.
*shudder*
I won't work those kinds of hours.

I pity any man who gets involved with me (besides the obvious reasons)
I WILL expect him to cook meals, for himself AND me, pack me lunches, clean the house, pick up after me, stroke my ego, bend himself to my whims and have blisteringly hot, explosive sex EVERY time I ask, just to watch me roll over and go to sleep directly afterwards. Yes, sex as Dramamine. Or rather, orgasms.

Actually - that's not such a bad thing, is it?
(Seriously, theat mood when I get home? Yes dear doesn't even cover it!)

OK off to get gas then go to bed. I can't even spell right, everything is blurring together. I did have meat for dinner. And I plan on a pot of tea from bed, while watching something nice.

*grumble*

I JUST had a steak last night! Why am I hungry again!
This stupid eating thing - I don't like it at all. I eat because I want to and enjoy the sensation, WHY do I have to eat because I HAVE to!
*grins*

Seriously tho, it's a bummer being hungry. I got the steak since I had nothing in the house to eat, and I really don't feel like cooking anyway.

I didn't get to sleep until after 4AM. I simply can't sleep these days. Maybe, if I were ready to go to bed at 1, when I was falling asleep, instead of having to get up and go do stuff, I might have a better chance. See, I seem to have cycles. Three to four hour onces. I notice my best days are when I have three hour time frames. Tuesdays are great, three hours for client one, three hours for client 2, and maybe three hours between. I don't even mind my three hour (less actually, but if you count commute time it's 3+) meeting once a month. I need a break about every three hours. when I got up, went and got gas, put my car out back, it took me three hours to wind down - making it after 4.

I decided to sleep late, or rather, not set my alarms, which equaled sleeping late. I doubt I'm going anywhere today. I should make it so I can walk around my room without knocking shit over. Maybe take al the damn bottles back. I'm hoping for a Wedding meeting over sushi, but I'm not holding my breath.

OK, bored now. TV calls. I feel bad about sleeping super late, but not THAT bad.....

Bad bad girl

I didn't leave the house at all. I never even got dressed.
of course, NOW I'm feeling restless, potentially restless enough to go out.
*looks* 10PM *sighs*
I've been hungry but unwilling to leave JUST for food.
I feel all scrubish, and not up for people today. Any people.
If it were any day but a holiday Sunday, and if I actually had any cash *grins* I'd have called an order in.

Gah, I really HATE this feeling, I do. The inability to FACE the world. To live my damn life! I'm just so tired. Really for the work to just stop. And do what I want, or nothing, whichever. I need my "oomph" back, for lack of a better word. I need my drive, my desire to GO, the way I used to have. I'm not sure what changed - I do know it's in ME, and not due to any outside interference, or actions by anyone (I mean the boys who upset me. Noone else has the ability to control MY destiny...)

I'm waiting again. I wonder what exactly for this time?

I have to get through tomorrow. Then we'll see. I might put my foot down and say "That's it. I'm done." Tuesday I have some not stressful clients, and maybe I'll finally get into Cambridge to work on that rogue client. Wednesday I think is mine, that I'm calling it, and I'm going to go out and - be not at work.

Right, even I'm tired of this. I hope I can just do what I need to. I have clients that are going to start in on their "needs" that MUST be addressed, in some way.

Maybe I should open a window - it's warm in here all of a sudden.