Productivity?

This weekend was a fairly good weekend.  I didn't get half as much done as I really should have.  Which is really rather frustrating.  I mean, it was a wonderful weekend and all, but it was so unproductive.  I got certain things done that needed to be done.  But other things I had hoped to accomplish have been left entirely unfinished, and that...that's frustrating.

I'm in a good mood overall.  There are still some things on my mind, some things I will have to deal with or address or take care of.  I'll be fine though, I think.  I hope, at least.  No, I'm fairly certain I will be, eventually.  It's just a matter of actually getting to that point of eventually.  That's going to take a lot of work.  I don't know how well I'll be able to do it, or what shape I'll be in when I finally get there.  I just hope I do in fact get there.

So here I am, sitting on the floor of a residence that is not my own, trying to make sense of my life in a particularly sleep-deprived state.  And it's not really making sense.  So I'm nervous and anxious and mildly afraid.  But at the same time, I feel remarkably calm.  And collected.  And controlled.  I have no idea why.  I don't know how to make sense of any of it.  Still trying, though.