I don’t know what is wrong with me the last several weeks. I just can’t seem to get anything done. I’ve got a ton of things I should be doing, big and small, important and less important. Each morning I start thinking of how I can get started on at least some of the things. Making plans. But, next thing it is 5:00 and I’ve done nothing, none of the things I needed to do.
Tonight I have the fourth date with the guy who likes the paranormal. Maybe this time he will be there. I don’t feel like going. Part of it is that this is the fourth time I’ve tried to meet him and that alone seems excessive. Part of it is not having the money to spend on extra bus trips and coffee out. Part of it is that I haven’t gotten dressed yet today and could just stay this way until I go to bed tonight.
This isn’t me! I’ve usually got at least one thing I care about and want to do enough to pull me out of bed and into life each day. I know the answer is to just get up and get doing. I know that and yet… I can’t seem to get there.
My brother phoned, I heard his voice as the phone recorded the message. I haven’t listened to it. He will just have a list of his own of things for me to do. It just goes on and on and on. People can always find things you can do for them.
I think I will get out early for the coffee today. So what if I’m too early. At least I’m not just here watching useless TV and playing silly games on Facebook.