pretty much the opposite of fun
Oct. 21st, 2010 11:55 pmI think the past few days of my life can be summed up thusly: "Out of spoons error; try again later."
Gnrgh.
I felt irritable and drained and cruddy (mentally, not physically) from Saturday onward; posted an essay-ish thing that required way too much mental energy to write on Monday night (which was stupid timing on my part); grimly flailed my way through work and some less thought-intensive responses on Tuesday; lost all Wednesday to sleep, laundry, and general "oh god make the world go away;" and today... well, I think I am starting to feel human again. Maybe. At any rate, it was significantly easier to fake my way through work this afternoon and evening.
It wasn't a blue funk. Those are more gradual in onset and are a much grayer and more lethargic experience, wherein I feel as if I'm running at half the mental and physical speed of the rest of the world. This was just bang: life sucks, I hate everything and everyone, and I want to turn my brain off because it is in serious need of rebooting. It was a bit like the stress I can get if I'm running down a deadline, only turned up to eleven... but I don't have any deadlines right now, so I don't know what the hell was going on, just that it sucked.
Anyway, if I still owe you a comment response, I will hopefully get around to that tomorrow. With a bit of luck, I will even respond coherently!
Gnrgh.
I felt irritable and drained and cruddy (mentally, not physically) from Saturday onward; posted an essay-ish thing that required way too much mental energy to write on Monday night (which was stupid timing on my part); grimly flailed my way through work and some less thought-intensive responses on Tuesday; lost all Wednesday to sleep, laundry, and general "oh god make the world go away;" and today... well, I think I am starting to feel human again. Maybe. At any rate, it was significantly easier to fake my way through work this afternoon and evening.
It wasn't a blue funk. Those are more gradual in onset and are a much grayer and more lethargic experience, wherein I feel as if I'm running at half the mental and physical speed of the rest of the world. This was just bang: life sucks, I hate everything and everyone, and I want to turn my brain off because it is in serious need of rebooting. It was a bit like the stress I can get if I'm running down a deadline, only turned up to eleven... but I don't have any deadlines right now, so I don't know what the hell was going on, just that it sucked.
Anyway, if I still owe you a comment response, I will hopefully get around to that tomorrow. With a bit of luck, I will even respond coherently!