Frustrated. Annoyed at myself.
OK, so the three day weekend was a complete waste. I didn't do anything. I had good intentions of going for a long hike, but I worried about the isolated thunderstorms...bad excuse.
I also have to get cracking on studying, and I only read for about 4 hours. Not good. I know I am going to regret wasting all that precious free time because the next few weeks are going to get busy.
I am not sure why I am so unmotivated to do anything. I was even too lazy to pop in a DVD and instead watched hours of Mythbusters and the Brady Bunch. And I ate a lot.
I thought a lot about money...and my lack of it. I thought about looking for jobs in other states. I chatted with a friend in another state and found out she just got engaged and is pregnant - and she was trying to convince me that I need a mid-western man like her's. Then I kept thinking that too bad football wasn't on because I want to see my players get me some points! Oh My God, who am I?
I am not sleeping well again, it isn't 'stress' so much as it is about wonder. I am having so many dreams about men. Past men and future men. My life, what it was, what I want it to be, and I think I am depressing myself because I get excited and then let down when I wake up.
OK, so the few first days of September were extremely lazy...but the rest of the month is busy, so maybe I just needed to do nothing to store up that energy for later this month.