June 08, 2008~~9:49 a.m.
productivity quotient... zero.

I was so amazingly productive yesterday morning before anyone else was up. The rest of the day was mostly a bust (though I did get a few more things done), so I made a plan to get up early again today thinking that I'd plow through a bunch of stuff.

If you've known me for very long, you see where this is going...

I got up at 6:30. It's ten minutes to 10:00. I've done..... nothing. Seriously, not a single fucking thing.

I did manage to burn my thumb quite nicely getting my bagel out of the toaster though...

I'm always like this. I sabbotage myself. Every.single.time.

Why is that? It's so masochistic the way I push things off knowing that it will only cause more stress and grief later.

I have some weirdness going on with a friend of mine. We've had communication issues in the past and so we're making a conscious effort to be more open with each other. This is new for me because I tend to prefer to just silently ignore irritations and hope they go away (hence our communication issues).

So I'm really trying because this friendship is very important to me. But now I feel like I'm constantly dragging shit to the surface, making issues where they never would have existed if I just kept my mouth shut like I always have.

Oh.. and my sixteen year old is having oral sex. So, that's just great. I can't bear to tell the husband because, frankly, it's an image I could have lived a lifetime without. (I should probably mention that I only know about this because I am a terrible snoopy mom and I read her email.)

I remember how awful the thought of my parents having sex was... this? MUCH worse. At least I didn't have to worry about my parents not being prepared for the consequences of their actions or getting pregnant and messing up their futures.

::sigh::
Alice