It just seems at the minute that things are piling up, both literally and figuratively, and I don't know how to do anything about it.
I miss posting here. I write posts in my head, but I can't be bothered to type them up. I'm driven insane by the piles of stuff lying everywhere, but they are so big I don't know where to start tackling them. I enjoy writing my NaNo, but I can't be bothered to sit down and do it. I am enjoying my course, and yet I've inexplicably stopped.
I can't be bothered to make the tasty, healthy food I normally make. I haven't run in ages. Work is mixed; half the week was good and half bad, with no real inbetween. I got a text message on Thursday that seemed to be asking if I wanted to meet up with some friends on the way home from work; I did, but it turned out they were asking if I wanted to go later. I could justify popping in on the way home, but didn't want to go out again later (too dark too cold too much time).
I don't know what's wrong with me. I wish I did, because right now I want to ask for help, but I have no idea what kind of help.
I don't know why I'm posting this here, but I think I just need to get it off my chest. This post may self destruct by the end of the weekend.