It’s been a bit, I know. I haven’t had any focus, though. And the one day I thought I might have focus, I started getting all un-focused again.
The post title has a point, but I’m going to try to weave it in to a story about my…has it been a week? Because I do in a week what most people do in a day.
This is going to be a little out of order, I think.
Why? Because I probably shouldn’t do this until I do the post I kinda want to do about what depression is like, for me. But I don’t want to do that right now. Not only do I not feel like I could, but I’ve got this giant looming ‘Others have done it better, very recently’ thing going on.
So you’re getting this instead.
I’ve had two very weird days.
Nothing actually happened. I didn’t wake up on…Thursday, was it? Go with Thursday. I didn’t wake up on Thursday to find my house full of alien clowns that were also ghosts, who then took me on a magical adventure to a land where everything is delicious and glittery, and there are also very fat unicorns.
If you’d like to pretend that’s what happened, you can just ignore the rest of this post.