Here is my to-do list:
1. Study math to prepare for when I start school in August.
2. Find tickets to Russia.
3. Clean my room.
4. Brush up on essay writing for my writing portfolio for school.
5. Look for jobs in the hospitality field.
6. Clean my room (yes, this is second time it's on the list but that's just how messy my room is).
7. Call my dog's insurance company.
And the bigger my list gets, the more anxious I get about it, and the more anxious I get about it, the less I want to do any of it. So I'm finding comfort in Jenny Lawson. Even when she's not making me laugh, she makes me feel...saner.
There's also the fact that I can't find comfort in my normal way: food. I started a new diet. It's awful. I can't have fruit, certain vegetables, grains, sugar, legumes, alcohol, air, certain teas, you know...anything that makes life worth living. And I'm paying out the ass for this restrictive regime. It's a self-inflicted torture chamber. However, after seeing the photos my counselor took of me (i.e. the before photos), there was really no way around it. I don't know how I let it get this bad and now it's time to buckle down. I've done diets like this in the past and I have no fucking idea how I did! This is day three and I'm ready to kill for a damn snickers bar! You know you're in hell when an "artificially flavored chocolate drink" tastes like heaven.
And now I've realized that this post is absurdly all over the place so apparently, along with my anxiety, my ADD is also acting up. I'm just going to chalk this entire post up as a failure, call it a day and go back to Stars Hallow.
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| And because there is no cohesive theme to this post whatsoever, here is a rubber ducky at a castle in Scotland to seal in the randomness. |
Safe travels...or something,
