Executive dysfunction is a crippler. It's not procrastination, it's worse. I know, commiseration isn't really any help. I'm sorry.
Lorne: My little prince. Oh…what did they do to you? Angel: Nina…tried to…eat me. Lorne: Oh, you're--medic! You're gonna make it Angel. Just don't stop fighting. Doctor! Is there a Gepetto in the house?
'Smile Time'
Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Beverly - Mar 04, 2018 3:30:26 pm PST #3491 of 8218
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
SuziQ - Mar 04, 2018 5:04:28 pm PST #3492 of 8218
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Zen, you are SO not alone!
Connie Neil - Mar 04, 2018 5:13:22 pm PST #3493 of 8218
brillig
I've had to make a point of getting out of the house at least once a day. Sometimes it's only running out of diet Coke that makes me leave.
Zenkitty - Mar 04, 2018 7:34:45 pm PST #3494 of 8218
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Executive dysfunction...
Now I'm thinking of Eddie Izzard's "executive transvestite" bit.
Laura - Mar 05, 2018 3:52:29 am PST #3495 of 8218
Our wings are not tired.
Are you ever angry with yourself for a thing that you have not done, and it's not even hard, and you want it to be done, but you keep on not doing it, and getting angrier and more disgusted with yourself?
My autobiography.
I've had to make a point of getting out of the house at least once a day.
I often only get out to the driveway to watch the sunset, but it makes me put on outside clothes and comb my hair. Outside clothes being a loose description because only to driveway standards, not like really out in public standards.
EpicTangent - Mar 05, 2018 6:48:13 am PST #3496 of 8218
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
Are you ever angry with yourself for a thing that you have not done, and it's not even hard, and you want it to be done, but you keep on not doing it, and getting angrier and more disgusted with yourself?
I have a thing of planning it in my head. "All I have to do is X, then Y, then Z. Easy." Only I will envision myself doing it dozens of times before I ever get around to doing it. Assuming I do. I get so frustrated with myself.
sj - Mar 05, 2018 6:57:33 am PST #3497 of 8218
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
That is so me. Pretty much all the time.
Despite ample opportunities, ltc is not earning any stickers for her behavior chart today to earn her afternoon movie. Come on kiddo. Momma wants you to earn that movie so I can read.
Jessica - Mar 05, 2018 7:49:40 am PST #3498 of 8218
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Are you ever angry with yourself for a thing that you have not done, and it's not even hard, and you want it to be done, but you keep on not doing it, and getting angrier and more disgusted with yourself?
Every weekend where I don't call my grandparents. I *hate* phones.
Glamcookie - Mar 05, 2018 8:56:24 am PST #3499 of 8218
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
Sorry to hear about the upcoming surgery, sj. Hope you have a smooth recovery. I get "I don't like you, Mama" a lot lately, from both boys. My stock answer is, "Well, I love you." Sometimes guilt gets them, but not often (lol).
Atropa - Mar 05, 2018 11:01:18 am PST #3500 of 8218
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
You guys, I am out of cope and I need to whine.
I've been sleeping even MORE poorly than usual since November. There was a stressful push for a January deadline, which meant lots of work during the holidays. There was the jet-lag of work travel, the work nonsense sprung on me, even more stress due to slogging through that, I'm having the worst nightmares of my life, and Mr. Loomy has the flu. Oh, and I sprung out of bed this morning because of a cat fight, and had to clean up blood from that. (The siblings aren't getting along.)
I am worn out. I have no reserves. I constantly feel on the he verge of tears. I'm seeing my therapist regularly, but it feels like that's only giving me breathing space for a day.
Please give me hair pats and tell me I'll get through this?