I Can't Even Take A Vacation From The Internet? It's hasn't been the best of weeks for me. Professionally, personally, and even medically (nothing even remotely significant, or interesting, or funny. But come on, my own body turns against me?) almost nothing has gone my way. Now, I understand that everybody has bad days or weeks (hell, 89-01 was real bitch for me) and that's fine. It's part of life. Except this week is chapping my britches because it's all been my fault. That's right, I just admitted to being a fuck up. I've just plain dropped the ball on damn near anything that comes within a 10 foot radius of me. "You're all in for the show? Great, I'll get the tickets!", and then I procrastinate. Knowing damn well that the show's going to sell out. And nobody gets to go. "I'm so on that project you won't believe your eyes.", I say as I move the e-mail to the folder that might as well be named 'it's perfectly acceptable to never look at any of the e-mail's in this folder again'. Ad Nauseam. Making matters worse is that I can remember a time when I wasn't like this. There was a time, back in the halcyon days of my youth, when I was the definition of on the ball. A more hard working, perceptive, go-getter there was not, and now this. Aren't I a bit young to be burned out? Is that what's going on? I sure the fuck hope not. That doesn't exactly bode well for the next 40 or so years of my life. Perhaps I just need more animal crackers and pats on the head...
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