I do not want. I DO NOT WANT. Okay. Yeah. It’s not that bad. I’m already in the swing of being a morning person again. I naturally wake up around 7am. I look forward to working to earn my paycheck. However. I’m also packing a klonopin in my wallet today. I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to “schedule” my Mondays and Tuesdays. You know. The days I work 9am-8pm.
Noodle is going to her Dad’s thank god, but I still have to go to the bank as well as the store. Stupid dogs and their need for food. I need to fit in a shower tonight, but I know I’m not going to want to seeing as how I’ll just want to fall into bed. Ugh. See. It’s not even that bad, but that wonderful anxiety/panic disorder is rearing it’s ugly head again.
I haven’t had to deal with it in a while, and I forgot how annoying it can be to start to panic over things that are in no way life threatening. I just feel like I have so much to get done! There’s like 5 loads of laundry to put away, I need to figure out this childcare assistance crap. I feel like SCREAMING. Ugh. I have to remember to pay my cell phone bill… it’s over due and I’m about to lose service which also means no internet. My other bills? You don’t even want to know.
Anxiety. Told yah.
I know I’ll get everything done, I know that some of it might be done later than I wanted and that I’ll survive, but god knows I’m going for a beer after work tomorrow! Grrrr.