Me: “I can’t do it.” Feels itchy eye, runny nose, tired shoulders, and spent fingers. Feels the squint against the brightness of the room. Feels like reliving the work-day is asking too much and just three notes can wait.
Me: “Just do today’s. It is only three.”
Me: “Fuck, I really don’t want to.”
Me: “But you’ll feel so much better come Friday when it’s already done.”
Me: “But bed. I’m exhausted. Bed.” Feels itchy eye, runny nose, achy legs, and yawns. The sleepy tears roll. Rubs eye again. “I need a tissue.”
Me: “I should just vent this on my journal and then just do it. It’ll be less than 15 minutes, maybe less than 10.” Feels twinge of energy. And then fear of reliving the emotions of the day and trying to summarize them.
Me: “Fuck, here I go.” Sighs. Feels tired puffy eyes, aching head, and spent fingers.
Hitting save and switching tabs.
(Me: “I could’ve already been done by now. This could’ve already been over.”)
Edit:
Me: rereads entry and pauses indefinitely…
Edit #2:
Only through 2/3 and it’s been over half an hour. Why? Because I keep posting here :|
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