Preparation

Okay, it's not even eight in the evening.  I opened a post page and sat down and decided that I should probably write.  But here I am, with a mostly blank post page and nothing to say.  I'm distracted, I guess.  Not that it makes me feel much better.  I can't write anymore.  Or maybe I can.  But not right now.  Not ever, maybe.  Okay, that doesn't make sense.

I don't remember how to function when I'm not stressed out or worried.  I start creating things to worry about.  Like the way I misplaced my keys yesterday.  So of course that set me off on a frantic hunt for them when I was practically out the door this morning.  And they were in a place that was not at all unexpected.  I don't know, I'm worrying about nothing.

This is frustrating and aggravating.  Even when I open a post page early in the evening, giving myself plenty of time to blog, I can't do anything.  I don't know what to say.  I'm tired and I just really have no idea what to write about.  I have nothing to do, and even though I know there are things I should do, it appears as though I can't bring myself to do any of them.  Which, as usual, is my own fault.  I give up.  Good night.