Me = Sloth

Even though, I came to work with the intention of being uber productive today, I have done little in they way of sticking to that plan. I have eaten breakfast, been disappointed with Starbucks and had someone e-sing me a love song. (Which, by the way, made me cringe).

“I have been in a slump.”

I can identify. I have been in one of my own. The kind of slump that allows me to do little more than watch “Sex and the City” DVDs and whine about having to move. And while I know I should be packing boxes and getting ready for the inevitable, I just can’t make it happen. Once I am home, I feel like curling up with my little Ernge and sleeping until I can come to work and be distracted so I won’t think about everything else.

Everything else, these days, has become a lot. A lot of really tough things to think about. A lot of confusion, frustration, worry and doubt. I am exhausted. My muscles feel like rocks under my skin and thoughts swirl so fast through me that I can’t keep up. I spend most of my time just trying to keep myself occupied with things that distract me from these thoughts, because even though many are good, the bad ones seem to haunt.

I have found a couple of prospective places to live, so I am proud of that, and can say that I have made SOME progress. Which is good. I know that I should be doing this a lot faster but, again…me = sloth.

Since the demise of my CD player at work and the lack of anything that I enjoy on the radio, I have settled on the eighties station. I have learned three things:

1. I hate radio people. I hate that they say the most obvious things and then try to be all charming and cute when everyone listening is either tuning them out or thinking “Goddammit, play some music.”

2. I cannot listen to “Nothing Compares 2 U” without either getting a little sad or laughing my fucking face off…Depends on the day, I guess.

3. These are two of the many, many reasons that I don’t listen to the radio.

*Note* Will accept donations for new CD player for my desk. This will benefit you as much as it will benefit me. When I acquire said new CD player, you will not have to listen to me singing Dexi’s Midnight Runners or Men Without Hats…Thanks in advance for your help.