Me, yesterday: I’m going to cry, I’m drowning at work, I’m so tired, everything is hard and out of reach and I’m failing at everything and I am so overwhelmed. How is it midnight already, I’ve been going non-stop since I got home.*
Spud, internally: It is time! It is time! It has been about two months, so it is time once again to prove I can do this.**
Spud: <sleeps through the night, 8 pm – 7:40 am>
Me, today: I am so productive! My to do list is totally manageable, and I’ve even done some substantive thinking.
* Aside from an extended 30 minutes of watching Olympics when I was no longer also eating dinner
** I have no better explanation for why this happens once every few months