Uneventful

I’ve got nothing for you. Sorry.

Work was nutty, and I had about twenty different things thrown at me. When there’s a lot to be done, some days you feel really productive. Other days, like today, you feel a little suffocated.

For some reason, I was highly stressed out by everything I had to complete. Nothing big, nothing earth-shattering… but I was still stressed out a great deal.

Is it that I take my job too seriously? Or is it that I just take everything too seriously? I want to say it’s both. And I’m still unsure whether it’s a good or bad thing.

Yuck. I just deleted a good three paragraphs of me rambling about work again. Fast day, slow night. Home, laundry, frozen pizza, fiddled on the computer. I’m off to bed to read a bit.