I have planned my week out and I have so much work I just want to die. Due to some procrastination and sickness over break, I've got to write a paper a day. NICE.
I'll be back on Saturday. If you see me commenting before then, bitchslap me please.
In more OCD news, I have laid out my outfits and pajamas for the week under little pieces of paper for each day, which also chronicle each day's activities. Tomorrow while I'm breaking from work I will plan out both meals and sleeping/showering times. DEATH BY SCHEDULING, YES.
eta: I'll possibly still post in my journal because if I don't write down at least some of my thoughts, they jam up in my head and then have a party.
son of eta: Also, even though I KNOW I can't function properly without both my medications, it's still kind of a blow to take the provigil and be like, "oh, hey, I'm being productive, what is this madness?" Ugh. I need to learn that it's necessary and not just optional. That, to me, is the hardest part of being on medication: accepting that in order to be better, you will have to be dependent on something outside of yourself. uggggh why does life suck so hard sometimes.
moar eta: I'm out of staples omg how will I hold papers together!?!?!?!?
too much eta: Found staples. They are hot pink. TRIUMPH. | |
Lol, laying out clothes with notes and daily plans. IF ONLY I COULD BE SO ORGANIZED. Would you like to come by my apartment and do this for me? Except you'd also probably have to stick the clothes and notes in bags because if they get left laying out, it will get messed up. I am such an enormous, disorganized slob, it's ridiculous. I probably need some sort of medication for productivity too, but I am so scared of chemicals in my brain. It's ridiculous.