Today I’m begging off of doing something important in favor of doing something fun. I feel guilty enough about that to have to write it down so that I can stop reciting it to myself over and over, but I don’t feel guilty enough to change my mind and do the important thing.

My head hurts. Again. It hurt all day yesterday, too. Mei poked about 8 needles into my heels that made it miraculously go away for a few hours, but now it’s back. It’s not as bad today, though. Yesterday I alternated between working and resting my head on my desk. Today I think I’ll just work. And pop pills.

I read an email this morning that made me sad. It was supposed to make me happy. It was full of complementary words and brimming with love. But there was a desperate edge to that love that made me cry. I hate it that I’ve been so distant lately that people have to wonder if I still care about them.

It’s a beautiful day outside. I hope to spend some time out in it.

I have a bunch of projects to work on, but so far there seem to be so many of them that I can’t get a good start on any one of them. This is purely my brain playing games with me, I know, because really, I could just pick one and work on it. I really should pick one of the ones that needs to get done this week, seeing as this week is nearly over, having been swallowed nearly whole by the Project From Hell.

But my head hurts, and somehow that matters.