I’m sitting in the lobby of the building where “Fix Me Up” is. I can get a better wifi signal in the cafe here. I can barely move. I find it “rude” to sit in public places like this here and work away so I am drinking a Diet Coke.
I was so screwed up and out of my head this morning, I completely forgot to take my meds! Not that I haven’t done this before. Perhaps it really doesn’t exemplify anything. Regardless… I am gettingway…well? Beyond my limits? Approaching them? Have I actually gone past them?
I’m so bloody out of it, I can’t even tell.
I normally stay after session and do more work here but I think I should just go home. No. No, thinking required? That’s almost laughable as my thinking is…? Well, I pulled out all resources for the morning session. And I’m writing this post? Some thinking still going on?
I need to just go home. And probably stay off the computer. And not look at any of my documents, notes, reference materials, “To Do” Lists…
I wish I lived closer to “Fix Me Up” as then I could just pour myself into a taxi and be done with my day? Well, I still could but a fair bit of money? *PA hunches over table dreading commute home*
Not to mention, I received a message last night that my Ding-Dong Landlord said he might need access to my flat today for maintenance. So much for the legal requirement of 24 hours notice. I called his wife back and said due to my circumstances and how crazy things have been, my flat is a wreck! I apologised in advance and said how embarrassed I was!
Supposedly it’s for the hot water tank and that’s in/near (whatever…) another tenant’s flat so he may not have to enter mine. Hopefully they’ll all be gone when I get home. I think I just need to crash.
Postscript: Oh, great. Now, it’s pissing down rain (was super, sunny this morning.) PA waits it all out or goes home and gets soaked with no brolly. Or. Takes.the taxi.
I’m sitting in the lobby of the building where “Fix Me Up” is. I can get a better wifi signal in the cafe here. I can barely move. I find it “rude” to sit in public places like this here and work away so I am drinking a Diet Coke.
I was so screwed up and out of my head this morning, I completely forgot to take my meds! Not that I haven’t done this before. Perhaps it really doesn’t exemplify anything. Regardless… I am gettingway…well? Beyond my limits? Approaching them? Have I actually gone past them?
I’m so bloody out of it, I can’t even tell.
I normally stay after session and do more work here but I think I should just go home. No. No, thinking required? That’s almost laughable as my thinking is…? Well, I pulled out all resources for the morning session. And I’m writing this post? Some thinking still going on?
I need to just go home. And probably stay off the computer. And not look at any of my documents, notes, reference materials, “To Do” Lists…
I wish I lived closer to “Fix Me Up” as then I could just pour myself into a taxi and be done with my day? Well, I still could but a fair bit of money? *PA hunches over table dreading commute home*
Not to mention, I received a message last night that my Ding-Dong Landlord said he might need access to my flat today for maintenance. So much for the legal requirement of 24 hours notice. I called his wife back and said due to my circumstances and how crazy things have been, my flat is a wreck! I apologised in advance and said how embarrassed I was!
Supposedly it’s for the hot water tank and that’s in/near (whatever…) another tenant’s flat so he may not have to enter mine. Hopefully they’ll all be gone when I get home. I think I just need to crash.
Postscript: Oh, great. Now, it’s pissing down rain (was super, sunny this morning.) PA waits it all out or goes home and gets soaked with no brolly. Or. Takes.the taxi.