Oh. in Your Face
- April 12, 2016, 10:17 a.m.
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When you have shitty time management skills, probably the worst thing you could do would be to purchase items that guarantee that you’re going to waste even more time on something with no tangible reward…
And so that’s why I just ordered RollerCoaster Tycoon 1, 2 and 3. And I got EA Games to set me up with the Sims 2 Ultimate Collection for free, because I bought Sims 2 previously. I don’t know why I’m stuck in this rut of decade-old games, but those are just the ones I enjoy, I suppose.
Anyway. Fuck it. It’s my birthday today and my Nana and my mother sent me money to buy myself a little something.
It’s only a problem because I’m definitely not getting enough paid work done. I’m just .... sort of depressed? Not entirely depressed. Definitely feeling more anxiety lately, but I think that’s to do with my heart rate increasing now that I’m off the thyroid pills. I don’t know. It’s like I’m retreating into my shell. I don’t wanna talk, don’t wanna do anything productive. Don’t even have my usual gusto for eating. I mean, I’m still stuffing my face, but my plate will sit there for five or ten minutes before I even take a bite, and I dawdle over my meals. That’s completely unlike me - usually I scoff everything down in minutes, and am waiting on M to finish.
It’s another day in Tracy’s office, just me and the Bernold. I just ordered some of those hanging file thingies, which I wish I had thought about last week. Hopefully they’ll arrive on by Friday, and I can get the file cabinets organized before Tracy is back on Monday.
I need to write to my aunt. I also have personal emails to respond to, at least three. Just can’t be botherrrrrred. I did manage to finally scribble something on the postcards I bought, wrote the addresses on and applied stamps to TWO WEEKS AGO. Not that I wrote anything terribly poignant, but that’s not the point. I like to send postcards, and spend a lot of time picking out the ones with the best pictures or the ones that give people an idea of what this place looks like.
Pies on a Carousel ⋅ April 12, 2016
I always take forever to respond to personal emails. Which is funny because wasn't that the exciting part email when it first became a thing? You could write to people back and forth and you didn't have to wait for the post office to deliver anything....that was such amazing technology at one point.
Happy birthday, hopefully M is making you an amazing cake or something delicious.
AlexYourAlterEgo Pies on a Carousel ⋅ April 12, 2016
I think my delay is because I feel pressured to write thrilling emails about my apparently so-exciting life in a foreign country. No one wants to read about, "Hey. Went to work, paid bills. Bought groceries. Got cheap juice, that was exciting."
I just had fried rice that M made for my lunch. It was really great. Not sure what dinner will be.
🌻StillJustMe🌸 ⋅ April 12, 2016
Happy birthday!
AlexYourAlterEgo 🌻StillJustMe🌸 ⋅ April 12, 2016
Thanks!
Deleted user ⋅ April 12, 2016
I love decade old games. Anything where I can build a city, theme park, zoo...especially where I can build a house. I had to ban myself from playing Sims because it took up my every waking moment. Okay, maybe not that bad...but it was too much.
I feel like we are both in the same rut. There's just no energy for anything, not even things I enjoy. I don't feel rested when I wake up. I know the house needs cleaning and I just sit on the couch. I leave work as soon as I'm offered the chance to leave early without consequence, which is usually about 3 hours in. I just...don't care...but I go home to sit on my butt. What the hell is wrong with me?
colojojo ⋅ April 15, 2016