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I'm having an extremely lump-like day. And, being the judging judgeypants I am, I'm quite cross with myself for it, but not quite cross enough to do anything about it. After going out to breakfast with Mech, I came home, sat my ass down on the couch and have pretty much stayed here, watching stupid tv, dozing off, and cuddling with various small furry animals. Soon I'll get off my ass, go to therapy, go hang out in Harvard Square until 7pm, and then go see Louise Gluck. Maybe I'll be in a better mood later.

I should be cooking something, or cleaning something, or exploring something. I should have gone to lunch with Light, Light's father, and random father-in-law's coworker, but I just couldn't convince myself it was a good idea. I can't seem to convince myself anything's a good idea today, and I know that I should (there's that word again) sometimes let myself take a day off, but it always feel like today shouldn't be the day I'm doing that. I should be productive, I should be reaching out to people, I should be working on Readercon stuff, or my resume, or reading improving books, or anything but whatever it is I'm doing right now, which is nothing.

Okay, cup of tea and one "buck up, little camper" coming up. (Buck up little camper the worst is yet to come should totally be a cocktail)