Thursday, January 28, 2010

What.

Can't sleep. Feeling sick. Thinking about me and stress.

Last Friday I'm thinking about productivity, feeling hopeful about tackling things. It's massive but I can do it, right? Then lunchtime I get a call with the lovely invitation of do I want to do something this weekend or what? And then I spend the afternoon feeling panicky and acting weird. I'm starting to get it.

1 comment:

ChefNick said...

There is NOTHING that a glass of scotch can't cure. Of course, then you have to cure the cure.