Today is a high anxiety day.  I was fairly social yesterday.  Far more so than usual.  I went and mingled among a wide variety of different social circles and had to manage very different kinds of interactions.  I’m exhausted.  I’m also tired because I haven’t slept properly in years.  I’m being snippy with Noah and Sarah and it’s not fair.

I’m rather a work-a-holic.  I tend to say that I have a Puritan work ethic.  I feel terribly guilty if I’m not doing something productive basically at all times.  I don’t believe in idle hands.  This is part of why Noah and my therapist are so enthusiastic about me smoking.  Because I don’t do it around the kids I have an enforced period of isolation.  That’s when I can find the time to write and think.

When I slack I stop working on my list of priorities.