What is
wrong with me? I have this one project I have to finish by tomorrow (and it would only take me about five hours to do it too) and I've been putting it off since Friday. I have been working on it today and I could probably have it done in three at this point, but I still find myself doing what exactly? Well, here's a list:
1) Writing this meaningless post
2) Checking the stats on my Fanfiction.net account
3) Checking MWOF every ten minutes for updates
4) Spending thirty minutes in the MWOF chat
5) Cuddling with my cat
6) Playing with my new camera phone (hey, it's actually like a real camera!)
7) Checking LJ for updates
8) Calliing my brother to tell him how stressed out I am about this project I'm working on (although that phone call generated an hour of actual work...)
9) Going in the kitchen every thirty minutes to make coffee, only because I need an excuse to get away from the computer
10) Catching up with some old friends via email. Although, this is pretty good since I've been too out of it to really keep track of half of these people for the last six months. Now, with my new job on the horizon (yea!) I feel like I'm actually alive again. I guess that's what it takes to make you realize you haven't been yourself for the last three years, which you spent without any real sense of direction in anything you did. I'm thirty years old, I live with my cat and I haven't had a relationship in four years. Yeah, I need a change. Desperately. Thank God I at least have a fairly busy social life.
11) Updating some features on my blog. Yeah, I love working on that thing. It's my baby, my labor of love. I added a bookmarking button and a subscribe by email form to my Daredevil cartoon. It was a lot of fun but it doesn't pay the bills.
12) I went to the mall and bought a danish I shouldn't be eating. I'm not actually overweight or anything but this is still feeling like emotional over-eating and you know that can't be good.
13) I cooked lunch. That wasn't very healthy either.
14) Cuddling with my cat some more.
15) Not working.
16) Still not working.
I'm freaking out over this so badly I just want to cry right now. I shouldn't even be doing this gig. Some statistician should be doing this, I'm just an engineer who's really more into the humanities anyway. But I do this every month, and get paid insanely good money for it. That should make me feel better, but it doesn't. It just makes the pressure that much worse and makes me feel like a fake. Except the people I work for are very happy since they have no idea what it is I do anyway. And no, I'm not actually doing a bad job, but it stresses me out that I have no one to double-check any of this with. I don't want to do this, but I know I have to. That sucks. I need a hug. Maybe I'll go talk to the cat some more...