Excessive

I'm watching 11.22.63, a television show based on the Stephen King novel. It's about time travel, so that's a big plus. It's related to JFK, so that's a small negative. It's got James Franco, so that's a plus. I guess that's what pushed me into trying it. The initial subject matter didn't seem to interest me, but the more Scott Johnson described the idea of the plot - the time travel especially, it got me interested. It's good so far, I love time travel stories, and so it's right up my alley.

I should write but I don't feel like it at all. Today was frustrating and annoying at work, but after work was calming and relaxing.

I made an creative dinner using ingredients I had... I made a mexican chicken rice dish... it was good!

Yeah, it's the morning, and I'm writing... that's probably not a good sign. I feel as though I'm not in my own house, my own kitchen, my own bathroom. I feel angry, sore, frustrated, confused, scared. Nothing feels right and I feel like I'm losing my mind. I want to crash, I want to fall down and be a pile of uselessness just so I don't have to feel this, just so I don't have to be strong or whatever you want to call it.

Do I have anything new to write? I kinda wrote a days worth of stuff earlier, so it leaves me feeling already quite empty... but I was watching TV and felt weird just sitting there, so getting the laptop and sitting down to write just felt natural, it just felt right.

Work was... a very long day. Wait, does that make sense?

I haven't really been writing as often as usual, and that's because I haven't been doing my checklist, and that's because there has been a mix of unexpected drama, Michelle had lots of days off (it seemed), and other events that aren't normal and screwed up my routine because they aren't normal, so... I'm going to get back into the whole routine thing starting today, which I've already done, having finished everything but writing an entry.