I am having an anxiety attack about how the rest of the week is going to go. Typical. I have been completely unproductive ALL week.

I can’t concentrate and I can’t focus and I really shouldn’t be drinking Monster Energy Drink.

Unrelated to nothing: my dreams last night were of grizzly bears, poisonous snakes and rabid bats. The snakes may have also been rabid. I jolted awake several times only to drift back into the same dream.  My co-worker teased that we could probably psycho-analyze something out of that!

It seems my nightly dread of having to come to work in the morning is getting worse. Which makes me feel guilty, because as I have said 1000 times, it’s really not that bad. And it isn’t forever, it’s not.

Still, sometimes the circumstances feel more suffocating then others. And three rather serendipitous internet connections within a twelve hour period? That just makes my brain brew more about dreams, and goals, and taking chances.

Maybe I just need to accept it, accept that this will be a waste of a week, and go to Banana Republic during lunch to purchase a cardigan with my 40% coupon, because damnit, it’s cold in here.