There are a lot of unfinished projects I've started. A hard copy journal/mini scrap book, a tumbler to move my blog to, all the chores in my tiny apartment. Nothing is really getting done. Every minute I don't have to work is a minute I usually spend on my sofa.
Surgery is next week and the nerves are really starting to kick in. I feel as though nothing at home is prepared, my list of after surgery things I think I'll need isn't done, but then again "fat pants" are on the list so how important can the rest be? Everything is difficult and everything sucks and I feel like I might have messed up any chances I had to get ahead at work by becoming increasingly sick over the last few months.
Even writing this post is exhausting.
