Twenty Minutes Later

Alright. Feeling slightly better. I don’t know what happened tonight. I think I’m spending too much time in front of a computer, and too much time working. I’m wondering if the lack of a television is somehow preventing me from "turning off" the work mode.

I’m taking the day off tomorrow from work. Got the ok from Rey, and I’m just going to stay at home. Part of me wants to redo what I worked on all weekend. Part of me wants to spend the day cleaning up the apartment. And another part of me wants to spend all day in bed reading.

And how sick is this shit: A big part of me wants to take advantage of the time off to try to hash out a portfolio site for myself.

I spend too much time on a computer. I’m seriously thinking that I need to start smoking more marijuana and spending less time working. I stress too much about work, and I spend too much time thinking about work in general.

God dammit. Where did this shitty night come from? I’d go so far as to say I had a pretty good day today. I was productive. I contributed. But sometime after 6:00 PM, each hour seemed to get progressively worse and worse.

I should have gone to sleep hours ago.