I spent most of last evening ill-advisedly working on my great, fabled novel. It is my deepest wish that one day in the very near future I will complete it and put it to rest. It seems I was neither emotionally or intellectually strong enough to deal with things the writing required of me last evening, and a mild gloomy depression has taken up residence.
When I got to work this afternoon, my heart was just not into it. Not that there was a single thing I could have realistically been doing that I would have found satisfying...
So I asked a fellow manager that since I used my day off poorly, if I might have a “do-over.”
That is not one of the benefits my company offers... Go figure.
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