Last Monday I decided to do myself a favor. I decided to take care of myself. You see, these past couple of months have been insanely stressful work-wise, couple that with minor (yet still upsetting) personal issues. I consider myself a generally happy person, mind; it’s just that I often feel in stasis, waiting for the next big thing (whatever that is), holding out for something equally unnamed. So I drag at work, eat a lot more than I should, and shop for things I don’t need. Does that make sense?

Anyway the result is I’m unhappy with my performance at work, I gained more than ten pounds, and even though I earn well my bank account is not as fat as it should be. I’ve had enough of this.