Today I got stuff done
While not perfect, I ate into the home admin, discussed positively the potential for increasing my hours at the CAB, and sung moderately corkingly at BBLCC. On the whole, a productive day then.
So why didn't I go to bed at midnight when I know I should have? What is this weird condition I have that causes me to get avoident about going to bed despite the fact I know it will make me feel crapulous tomorrow.
Have I mentioned how much I hate my f***ing brain?
So why didn't I go to bed at midnight when I know I should have? What is this weird condition I have that causes me to get avoident about going to bed despite the fact I know it will make me feel crapulous tomorrow.
Have I mentioned how much I hate my f***ing brain?