Today I am feeling frustrated. To the point that I don't know what to do with myself. I'm not sure if its the Clomid or not since I often feel just frustrated with life in general.
I have no real complaints, its just a mood. I don't feel like doing work, and when I try to be productive I get distracted so easily and lose my train of thought. I don't know whether I'm coming or going or sitting still. My mind is racing a mile a minute. I hate it. Being stuck in a small windowless office is not helping the matter!
Its not that I'm avoiding work, just that I honestly cannot look at a piece of paper for more than 30 seconds without my mind racing to another idea or interest. Hmmm, could this lead me to my new hobby of self-diagnosis? Scouring the internet to figure just what is wrong with me?
ACK! Why should I be forced to concentrate on deciding what numbers I should write on a company bill so that it can be calculated at the end of each month and year for a little crappy budget that means nothing to no-one!? Paper pushing is dreadful, especially when there is a distinct lack of care.
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