Afternoon

It's 4:30 in the afternoon and I'm sitting here in my bathrobe. I wrote an article today and looked at some magazines and made breakfast around 1pm and talked with Kid A. And then got really really really depressed, like always. Because I don't get him and neither does he and I'm so frustrated with him and with myself. I only went outside today to water the plants. And right now I just want to go back to bed even though I have a ton of things I should be doing in order to not get behind in school. Because I already am behind and it seems like it's pointless to even bother with it. I think I bit off more than I can chew this semester. I haven't worked on my paintings in about a week and I really need to get to them. They are just stacking up and doing nothing. I have nowhere to put them. Maybe I should stop doing them. Maybe I should stop doing lots of things. I'm trying to talk myself into going to an art opening tonight and to have a good time while I'm there. It shouldn't be that hard to get out and do things. But for some reason it is. Everything takes a ridiculous amount of effort that it makes me wonder why I'm even trying. It's not like anyone is going to notice or care whether or not I do anything. So anyway, life sucks, blah blah blah wish I was in bed.