Nevergirl’s

This hasn’t been a good morning. No, scratch that. Not a good morning is an understatement. This must be the real life equivalent of getting pelted with basement tiles—which the fat, blue cat Oggie’s currently doing to the poor roaches in his basement (and yes, I watch Cartoon Network every day!).

I’ve been up since 7am, frantically trying to knock out as many as I can from my To Do list. Have I told you how ridiculous this list has gotten? It’s grown taller than a building, wider than an ocean. The more I try to finish, the more I remember all the things that need to be done, and I end up sniveling over the impossibility of finishing on time. This must be what a soggy crouton feels like: weepy and useless. My To Do list for the day’s making me cry. There’s no way I can finish all these unless I suddenly split into three, and all three get to work for me.

What do you do when it seems like everything is getting worse and worse, and you fall leagues short of the goals you’ve set for yourself?

Posted 2012 |