how much is psychological?

it's been a good weekend. i have experienced some anxiety for not getting much done, but i keep reminding myself that i'm allowed / in need of a weekend and it's okay.

it's okay.

thorsday was... uncomfortable. three of the people who were let go came in to the office, and i don't know who of all of us was more awkward. i spent the first half of the day planning work, the second beginning to execute, and finished off with a long phone call with an italian counterpart during the first half of which i thought my brain was going to bleed out my ears.

yesterday started off with two things: the first, me completing and publishing my parody lyrics to the everything is awesome song. the second, gd and i finally finished watching the third season of the boys.

omg it was brilliant. absolutely exquisite. i don't know why i found myself disengaged from some of the third season's episodes, perhaps the pacing was a bit off, but overall i've thoroughly enjoyed the series from start to finish. we even watched one of the animated spinoffs, the boys: diabolical, and it was great fun!

we picked up mr smear from school together, and he'd had a good couple of days in spite of his wednesday blowout. we were all excited by the extra-mural expo, so looking forward to this week's trial classes.

last night we finished watching the second tobey macguire spiderman movie, this morning we watched the third. i've never forgotten just how much i hated some of the scenes in the third one, but i didn't remember just how thoroughly rotten the entire trilogy is. in addition to the terrible over-acting, the only way the plot moves forward is by every single character in the movie being utterly stupid.

every.

single.

character.

maybe doc ock was a possible exception. maybe.

anyway, so after a nice couple of hours spent with new-friends neighbours at a kids' play area in the mall closest to us, we came home and watched spider-man: far from home, which was an excellent palate cleanser.

mr smear is now in bed, i'm trying to decide if i should hit the hay, continuing watching the new doctor strange movie or get some of the sandman in.

decisions, decisions. everything on my real to-do list is a tomorrow's me problem.