Funny day in a funny week. Something that seems ridiculous but that also feels true is that you can have a “funny week,” or even a “funny month.” Time doesn’t really work like that, and yet somehow it does. We talk about a tough day, and sometimes about a hard year. I try to avoid this way of thinking a lot of the time by trying to reset partway through a day. If I’ve had a touch morning, I’ll try to have a great afternoon.

Anyway, my brain was working against me this week. Difficult to start things. Difficult to focus. Stimulants helped on a couple of days, and didn’t help much on others. It’s such a strange feeling, knowing exactly what you need to do and thinking about it constantly and yet feeling completely incapable of doing it. I know more about my brain these days and I’m trying to work on it, but occasionally it’s just... one of those days.