It’s just about 6:30. I don’t don’t don’t want to go to work tomorrow.
It’s not that anything torturous is happening. But it is really intense and busy. And I’m just dreading it.
I wish I could go in right now and just stay at my desk for the next 50 hours or so. I’m a big fan of getting in there and getting it done if there’s a chore that I’m dreading. Conversely, I will often procrastinate on doing things I know I will enjoy, just so I can savor the anticipation. Sometimes this makes sense, and sometimes it doesn’t.
jaysaint 