Worth

It's one of those days.  One of those days when I can't focus or concentrate or really make sense of anything.  The prospect of tomorrow does not appeal to me in the least (I wish it was only because it was a Monday).  And I can't quite make enough sense of certain things to give people answers they deserve or figure out how to get other things done.

And it's days like this that make me wonder if the past two and a half years have been worth it.  To be fair, I've also asked that of the past month or the past [what is it now?] eight or so.  Somehow I generally come to the same conclusion.  Yes, yes it has.  I'm not sure if that's good or bad.  It'd be easier if I knew it wasn't because there would be something tangible that I would know I should change.

But as is, it's one of those good-things-with-bad-days.  And the bad days really suck.  As expected.  But the good days are worth it.  It's just really hard to remember that sometimes, like when nothing makes sense and all you want is to curl up in bed and not wake up for a month.  That's mostly sleep-deprivation talking right now.  I'm going to go fix that shortly...apologies for having nothing of value to say.