So, I’ve had a bit of a weird week. It’s not that it was hard, or necessarily incredibly busy–I’ve certainly had worse. Yet at the same time, I feel like I’ve had no time to get anything I really wanted to accomplish done. And the strangest thing is, I can’t quite decide if I’ve actually been busy, or if I’ve just been squandering my time on things that are unimportant.
Thing is, I guess I’m used to being either REALLY busy, or not busy at all. So this weird, sort of busy but with occasional free-time thing is kind of throwing me off my game. I may have only a couple of hours free to where I can work on my writing at any given time, but I find myself doing other things instead–like trying to finish reading Game of Thrones, or napping. And maybe it’s because I’m coming straight home from work and my brain is tired.
Anyway, sometimes I think I’m just complaining and I should get back to work. I dunno. Either way, I haven’t been very productive lately.