Here’s the deal: Anyone who knows me, knows that I multitask like a mutherfucker.
…Seriously. I could win awards.
…And it’s only cuz: that’s how my brain works. I don’t know another option. I’d prob’ly sleep a hell of a lot better if I did. But it isn’t in me.
…I am a person who needs ten things to happen at once, because five is just wasting time. I honestly cannot remember a point of my life not being like this, and I come by it honestly, as my mother is exactly the same.
…But with that, I also have this artistic mind. So I want to mutli-task that, too.
…And I get really irritated (and/or feel like I’ve totally dropped the ball) if I don’t deliver on that.
Sunday, I did three things: drank two cups of coffee, ate breakfast, and saw a movie. That is all. My entire day was soaked up in three seperate things I didn’t even combine when I could, so obviously : I lost.
…Lost “what, ” I dunno. But I didn’t do “the job of me. ”
…So that rolls into today both needing to overachieve (like you can make up on it or something), or at the very least, self-dictate NOT to be the “waste” that yesterday was…(though it wasn’t really…and I know that in the reasonable part of my head, where I’m allowed breaks like everyone else.)
…What I’m saying is: with no rehearsals to go to, lines to learn or work, or crap to be responsible for: I just had a lazy Sunday…which felt irresponsible and weird. And guilted me into caring much too much about going to work on a Bank Holiday.
The end.
~D
