Wednesday, 25 August 2010

i am so tired.
i just want to sleep.
but i have work to do and i want to get it finished this week while it's quiet.
and i don't want to use up my rapidly-dwindling annual leave, and i don't want to open up the can of worms that is sick leave.


do you remember that one of the main ways my anxiety showed up was my terror of leaving the house or the car unlocked?

last night, late on, i took some rubbish out to the bin. i found my keys in the lock, on the outside of the front door.

i had unlocked the door and failed to transfer my keys to the inside of the door.

it's hard to accept that the one time i actually did something stupid (thank goodness they were still there!) i had no idea of what i'd done.


it's going to be one of those days that i struggle through on willpower alone.

i was ok before yesterday. why do people have to pick at my scabs?


Miss Ruby said...

Because people are pricks - just ask Guvnor, he hates them!

As for the keys I've done that, so you're in good company ;-)


Illanare said...

Hugs, my dear.

And like Miss Ruby, I've done the keys thing too...

B said...

heh to the keys. we didn't get burgled today, so i guess noone took them, made a copy and replaced them superquick. so i feel a bit better about that :)

Jenn said...

I did that, too, not long ago. Couldn't find my house key one morning and turns out it was sticking out in the front door. Had been out there all night. I Think all this grief has made me a bit of a doof.

B said...

jenn i think grief does that to all of us :(