But this has been fairly bad already.
I find myself really not caring about other peoples’ drama, especially the bits that are—well, revelling in the past, rehashing it over and over. I can’t—deal with that right now, when I need so much to look forward, move forward, act, keep momentum, get it done, or I’m liable to collapse into a ball of hatred and distaste.
Tomorrow I do real work. I don’t care if I’m still sick. I was laid out today and yesterday, and that’s already way too long.
Lead by example. Discipline, hard work, the correct ordering of priorities.
I miss him, and I’m liable to start leaking if I stop moving. Being sick isn’t helping, since it forces me to lie down and not move. I feel a little better when I can try to keep another person moving too, I guess.
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