kiwifruit's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Same time. Same place. Everything this weekend has made me cry. We went to Strawberry Fields and all those people singing Beatles songs made me cry. I saw a little girl dancing with her dad and I cried. Watched Dances With Wolves and cried. Watched Finding Forrester and really cried. Saw a Wal.Mart commercial and cried. All this crying is probably just yet another form of procrastination. Because my deadline is looming and I am not any closer to meeting it. And every time I sit down I think � I can�t do this. I�m not smart enough. And I may be right. Not about the smart enough part. But about he ability to do it part. So now it�s Sunday night and tomorrow I will drag my ass to work and to the gym and I will toss and turn and worry and not be able to sleep. And I will waste way too much time wishing I had more time. And I still won�t get a damn thing done. Just once I wish I would prove my self-doubting self wrong. Christ. How am I gonna get out of this one? Oh good. I am now sufficiently worked up and will not be able to sleep yet again. So what else is new? 10:31 p.m. - 2001-12-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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