sleep is for...

... other people. how many more days of this? if it's not the meds, it's physical discomfort, and that's only when it's not anxiety caused by the last week of work stress.

gd was still out of commission yesterday, and my cough was really bad (it's still not good). i single-parented most of the day, a lot of which was fun: the part of the walk to the mall that mr smear wasn't throwing a tantrum, shopping and chilling at my mom's coffee shop, discovering the skate park and fountain at the waterfront.

but the anxiety underlies everything. i find myself questioning my competence. my lack of motivation both at work and on my own projects upsets me.