five thousand shades of blue
Monday, July 15, 2002
You know, I keep saying how busy I am, but what really pisses me off is having absolutely nothing to show for it. Most of the busy is in my head, distracting my thoughts, making me anxious and otherwise useless to get anything at all productive done. I have turned into the biggest procrastinator on the face of the earth. And I never ever exaggerate. It would help if I didn't have this overwhelming worry hanging over my head. I'll stay optimistic that things will get better soon because the alternative is too mortifying to contemplate.
Even if it has been almost a month since I turned in my resume for that kick-ass job. No news is good news, right? Sigh.
Our new roommate has been a godsend. She's cleaning our house, and rearranging furniture and belongings according to the principles of
feng shui [say it: fung shway]. I tend to be pretty skeptical -- just call me Doubting Sandra -- but the Chinese have been using these principles for hundreds... thousands?... of years and so what the hell, I said, I'll roll with it.
Strangely enough? It seems to actually be working.
I still want that job.
is
this just not enough…?
