Accidentally had a three day weekend a while back and lost all motivation to come back to work.
I’m gonna do it, because I have to, but the yawning void of ‘what if I just Didn’t’ still sweetly calls.
I was ready to Happen to someone after work and thankfully I managed to take myself home, whereon my partner made me mac and cheese with hot dogs. I don’t know why I’m so frazzled, even and especially on days that are ostensibly okay at work. Or rather, I know exactly why, but it still feels insane to be this wildly overdrawn on myself.
















