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Aug. 14th, 2008 08:31 pmThis week just NEVER FREAKIN ENDS.
I've been feeling kind of crappy and overwhelmed, and therefore whiny. Note to body: this is WEEK 16, HELLO, enough with the sick and tired already! I don't think I've ever felt so at odds with myself, it's like me and my body are completely separate entities and each is resolved to kick the other's ass in the name of doing their own thing. I'm like, I've got stuff to do! I have to get to work! I have to unpack! I want to get the garden in order! And my body's like, FUCK YOU, MUST GESTATE.
On the plus side, this tells me in no uncertain terms that I was right to go back to working at a desk, given that I've known all along I wanted kids. God, if work right now involved physical labour, I think I'd die.
I've been feeling kind of crappy and overwhelmed, and therefore whiny. Note to body: this is WEEK 16, HELLO, enough with the sick and tired already! I don't think I've ever felt so at odds with myself, it's like me and my body are completely separate entities and each is resolved to kick the other's ass in the name of doing their own thing. I'm like, I've got stuff to do! I have to get to work! I have to unpack! I want to get the garden in order! And my body's like, FUCK YOU, MUST GESTATE.
On the plus side, this tells me in no uncertain terms that I was right to go back to working at a desk, given that I've known all along I wanted kids. God, if work right now involved physical labour, I think I'd die.
