Distracted. I have three million things that I need to do at work, but I can't focus on any of them long enough to actually do anything. Unproductive and useless.
Getting my hair cut (stopping at the Hair Cuttery after work. I hope they can fit me in. I feel like a sheepdog.) First group therapy session on Wednesday (looking forward to and absolutely terrified of, both at the same time) Payday this Friday
Getting my hair cut (stopping at the Hair Cuttery after work. I hope they can fit me in. I feel like a sheepdog.)