I honestly do not understand how this works: how you - well, I - can go to bed anxious but okay, sleep okay, and yet wake up in a total mess, bitter and frantic. Back like I was last month, utterly despairing, beyond help or hope.
However. Here it is, and we will deal with it. It's not like I have nothing to do. I have everything to do. None of it is going to help much, but I have to do it regardless and it's generally good to be busy. So. I am going to outrage myself by telling myself to pull myself together. And then I shall draw up a schedule of stuff and be all organised about it. You'd be proud of me, if you weren't so bored and irritated.
However. Here it is, and we will deal with it. It's not like I have nothing to do. I have everything to do. None of it is going to help much, but I have to do it regardless and it's generally good to be busy. So. I am going to outrage myself by telling myself to pull myself together. And then I shall draw up a schedule of stuff and be all organised about it. You'd be proud of me, if you weren't so bored and irritated.