I left my last therapy appointment with some paperwork about breathing exercises to derail anxiety [which only seem to work some of the time] and the beginnings of a very strange urge.
I didn’t quite have any idea what that urge was at the time, but it eventually came to me: I wanted new dogtags.
My old ones disappeared at some point. They were standard military issue, which makes me very nervous about the fact that they’ve disappeared…and they just didn’t identify me anyway. Not now.
As I mentioned in my last post, I got super spoiled last week. I’d like to blame that for my lack of productivity here, but I’ve been having some motivation and clarity issues. And a few depression issues.
Also, I’ve been trying to clean a little. Cleaning meant I found my camera, my card reader, and the charging cable for my camera.
Now we’re in trouble….
I’m a terrible slacker. We all know this about me. And, like all terrible slackers, my slacking tends to bite me in the ass, like it did yesterday.
See, I was supposed to be clearing out some space over the weekend to be ready for this incredible custom TV stand a friend of mine was building for me. But, between my general feeling-like-shit and laziness, I ended up going to bed before I was really done. Because it’s me, I went to bed at around seven Monday morning.
Right around noon, Gremlin wakes me up, telling me that it’s time — they’re going to bring it over now, so we need to move some stuff.