I don’t wanna work…

I just wanna bang on the drums all day.

Okay, not really. But I really don’t wanna go to work tomorrow. That’s usually the case, especially on Sunday nights, but damnit. The feeling is especially strong tonight.

Could it be because I spent Friday marathoning Game of Thrones to get caught up, so that day and night flew by? Perhaps. (Speaking of GOT, the season finale was tonight. Hot damn was it a good one.)

Could it be because I spent Saturday (all day and most of the night) wallowing in bed, feeling sorry for my self, crying off and on? Perhaps.

Could it be because I spent most of the day today working on house stuff to get it ready for market? Plus laundry and dishes and assorted other chores? Perhaps.

Could it be because I’m feeling like a lazy bastard and am dreading Archie coming back? (She’s been off for a week for health reasons.) Perhaps.

I’d actually like to curl up in bed with a good book right now (Murakami, I’m looking at you), and read into the wee dawn hours. Yes, I said read. I think my brain is ready to read again. We shall see!

When the weekend passes by in a daze, the last thing I want to do is go to work. I feel like I haven’t had a weekend at all – do you know what I mean? I should have gone to the park (I’m sorry, you know who.). I should have gotten my bike out (uhm, again, sorry). I should have done a lot of shit. But I was in an epic wallowing funk and couldn’t snap out of it. Couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Semantics. I can identify some of the causes of my sadness, but I know the things I can identify aren’t enough to cause just how deep down I got. I suppose it’s just another depressive episode. S’alright. It’ll pass. They always do.

Anyway! Anyway! Guess what!

A week from tomorrow, I’m calling a realtor to finafuckingly list the house. It’s taken seven damn forevers, because I’m not the sole owner of the house. But now things are finally in place, and the place will be all tidied up and clear of almost every stitch of furniture. (Trust me, the place looks better with no furniture than staged up with what I had. Shit I’ve had since I was 17. So yeah.)

Yay! I’ll be one big step closer to moving on.

I’m also gonna spend any spare time I get at work this week on applying to new opportunities. Something may yet come through with my current employer, but I’ve put all my eggs in that basket for about a month and a half now. I need to start casting my net again, see if I can catch something other than more disappointment and headaches. Something has to give at some point.

Annnnd. That is all. I have a bit more tidying to do in the bedroom before I can actually relax enough to sleep in here. I hope y’all had a kickass weekend!

P.S. If you watch Game of Thrones, I’d love to hear your reactions from the finale, or hell the season at all. Thinking of doing a post, but I’m not sure I have enough to say for an entire post. We shall see! Without being spoilery yet, I will just say….I fucking knew it about Jon! Called it!

30 thoughts on “I don’t wanna work…

  1. It’s totally ok to take it slow (the Turtle must know πŸ˜‰ ) for 2 or 3 days here and there πŸ™‚
    Better than coming crashing down hard a few weeks later because we didn’t hear our bodies πŸ˜‰
    Great to know that things are moving on the house front and that you’re casting your net wider regarding the job hunt πŸ™‚
    Just keep going πŸ™‚
    Turtle Hugs

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  2. As always, Steph, Love you to death.
    And Got? Djehfjrnjffndjdueuwskdnxidkejdjdkfkrnfifjcbgshehdjfjfjdjkkkendmdldhhxhsbshzjsjsndn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


    Lady Mormont is my Hero

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      1. Well, the easiest way is sex. Seeing as that isn’t a current option for me, I drugged myself to sleep then had a wake-up call from Australia to make damn sure I dragged my ass outta bed. πŸ˜€

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      2. HA! I’m supposedly going to the pub tonight (depends on whether or not the little pub crew flakes…again…). Maybe I’ll drag some poor bastard out into the alley. You know. To help me sleep. It’s all in the name of science. Oh if only I were a slut.

        …I’m laughing my ass off.

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      3. Haha! Oh it won’t be THAT kind of good. I’m not that kinda girl, much to my occasional chagrin. But if the little crew doesn’t flake this time, I’ll at least go for a couple rounds. πŸ™‚

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