I am worthless.
Alice is napping, and Helen has been kidnapped by my parents. Jerry’s on his computer in the Bitter Room.
What am I DOING?! I should be doing something that I can’t do ordinarily because I’m impeded by children or housework or whatever. But am I? No. I’m frittering. Because I’m a stupid, stupid girl.
Sometimes I hate my lack of motivation. I think I’m a non-clinical level of bipolar… I have my manic phases of productivity (and those are FUNNNNNNNN), but my valleys aren’t too deep. Hopefully this particular valley will end soon. My house is filthy, and I need a manic period to clean it up again. Bleah.
One thought on “WORTHLESS”
I think frittering is sometimes a worthwhile pursuit. Just because you have a free moment does not mean you have to instantly change into Captain Efficient and go clean something.