Thursday, February 26, 2009
Gee, Am I Really that Transparent?
D. thinks all this sorting and organizing is a thinly disguised attempt at avoiding finding a job. Maybe a little, but it's more equal parts full-blown panic knowing that once I go back to work it'll never get done and plain old I've-had-enough-of-all-this-now. I can't tell you how much better I slept last night because there were no piles of crap around the bed. Sure, I should have had this revelation six months ago, but I procrastinate on everything, even revelations.