So far today I have done next to nothing. Seriously, I did the social bookmarking part of one of my jobs and that pretty much is all (other than wasting time with someone who was trying to get me to change the basic terms of a project that I thought I’d been pretty clear on) other than a couple of minor blog posts. Beyond that, it’s been a whole lot of staring – some of which I justified because it was done while listening to a thrilling teleconference about social marketing for non-profits.

Ultimately, these are the days that really wear me down. It’s not that they are particularly problematic, but it’s safe to say that I just don’t do well when I’m not getting the sense that I’m accomplishing something.

I wonder what that’s about sometimes – why I still feel like I always have to be doing something in order to feel like I matter or to feel like I should get to… whatever it is that I want to do. I wonder why I get so restless when I try to give myself a break. Anyway…

I’m rambling (or so it seems). My attention span is at close to zero, I feel like crap and really, given a choice, would just go crawl into bed – but then, that’s something of an inaccurate statement because there’s really nothing stopping me from turning around and going back to bed; I’m home alone and only have a couple more hours worth of work to do. The only thing really stopping me is my will to push through even if it accomplishes nothing for me.