I'm fairly confident that everyone has days where they feel entirely crazy. When other peoples' words start blurring together into an unintelligible dialect that you've never heard nor spoken; when your motivation suddenly becomes convoluted and questionable; when the things that you normally excel at prove to be nearly insurmountable giants that condescendingly gaze down upon you and laugh.

Today was one of those days for me.

I'm having a hard time grasping onto any sort of reality when mine is in a constant state of change. MW and I are still providing shelter to a homeless friend and her two cats, and it's starting to become bothersome to decipher between our kindness and her exploitation of the circumstances. I've begun creating fake (yet all too believable) work-related crises in my head while I'm sleeping, as if the ones I experience from 7 am to 9 pm every day aren't enough. I legitimately feel as if I've adopted a crazed, psychotic mentality that relates less with humankind than I normally do, and I'm more preoccupied with how it'll affect my work performance than concerned with how it makes me sound like a serial killer.

And it's only Tuesday? Dear lord.

There was a box of makeup waiting for me when I got home today, including the arrival of my new OCC Lip Tars. Yes, I jumped on the lip tar bandwagon; go ahead and judge me for it. I'm already persecuting myself for spending fifty bucks on the set, anyway. I expected that having new toys to play with would make me feel better, but it contrarily just made me more aware of my unsettled mindset.

I don't have a conclusion to this. I just wanted to update my blog, since my original goal was to write every day. Once a day became a promise to do so once every two days, which then quickly evolved into once a week. And I haven't even been a member here for two weeks yet. A+ for that delusional effort.

With all of that said and...

I'm fairly confident that everyone has days where they feel entirely crazy. When other peoples' words start blurring together into an unintelligible dialect that you've never heard nor spoken; when your motivation suddenly becomes convoluted and questionable; when the things that you normally excel at prove to be nearly insurmountable giants that condescendingly gaze down upon you and laugh.

Today was one of those days for me.

I'm having a hard time grasping onto any sort of reality when mine is in a constant state of change. MW and I are still providing shelter to a homeless friend and her two cats, and it's starting to become bothersome to decipher between our kindness and her exploitation of the circumstances. I've begun creating fake (yet all too believable) work-related crises in my head while I'm sleeping, as if the ones I experience from 7 am to 9 pm every day aren't enough. I legitimately feel as if I've adopted a crazed, psychotic mentality that relates less with humankind than I normally do, and I'm more preoccupied with how it'll affect my work performance than concerned with how it makes me sound like a serial killer.

And it's only Tuesday? Dear lord.

There was a box of makeup waiting for me when I got home today, including the arrival of my new OCC Lip Tars. Yes, I jumped on the lip tar bandwagon; go ahead and judge me for it. I'm already persecuting myself for spending fifty bucks on the set, anyway. I expected that having new toys to play with would make me feel better, but it contrarily just made me more aware of my unsettled mindset.

I don't have a conclusion to this. I just wanted to update my blog, since my original goal was to write every day. Once a day became a promise to do so once every two days, which then quickly evolved into once a week. And I haven't even been a member here for two weeks yet. A+ for that delusional effort.

With all of that said and done, I'm off to go scrub the shit out of my face with some herbal cleanser. Hope your Tuesday's been a lovely one!