I still have no idea where my mood is going. If anything, I’ve entered this sort of [[null]] space where I’m not really able to tell. It feels up, it feels down, it feels… increasingly fragile, I guess. I’m hoping the fact I’ve got two social things planned this week will help stabilize whatever it is. All I know is I can’t think about it too much lest I risk tipping myself, heh. Such are the joys of the precarious mental balance, right? It starts to feel a bit damned if you do, and damned if you don’t. There’s not much to do besides putting one’s head down and hoping that the… whatever… is weathered.
Speaking of weathering, I should consider making a to-do list of my random odds and sods that still needs doing… though at this point, it might just vex me. Yes, I know I should’ve finished writing that letter a month ago. Yes, I know I could’ve finished that sewing task over the weekend. Would writing them down encourage me? I don’t really know right now. Lists are usually helpful in getting me moving, but I suspect I might be taking after my heatherbat right now and that it would actually make me more cross at myself. It’s more of the damned if, damned don’t.
Maybe I should just give up and drink coffee. That can’t do any harm… right? xD