November 28th, 2003

Twisty tree

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One of those days.

Drew for a while, hated what I drew. Wrote for hours, disliked what I wrote and was disgusted by my final wordcount. Attempted to work on the webpage, realized my concentration was shot and I was so thoroughly sick of working that I couldn't manage to do more than answer a single email and play solitare until I won.

Jake's right, I always feel like crap when I don't manage to /accomplish/ something. I took a whole day off! I ought to be revelling in happy-wholesome-healthy me-ness. But I always find myself trying to /justify/ my day.

Screw that. I'm going to do absolutely nothing the rest of the night, or something, or whatever I feel like. And darnit, I'm not going to feel bad about it, whatever I manage not to accomplish. I'm allowed to have days with zero useful progress without feeling like I'm a failure of a human!

Maybe I'll write pointless smut. Or paint abstract swirlies. Or go outside and yodel. I need to find more games to download to my Palm.

Turkey day, btw, was very nice. Kicked butt at Set, was moderately trounced at Boggle, discovered 'Dig' and 'Pit,' both very fun games.