I'm trying to do some work here but i can't stop obsessing over the fact I misplaced some notes I needed. Of course "needed" is a loaded term that implies more weight than it actually carries. I only "need" the notes to, more or less, transcribe what's in the notes and not having them doesn't in any way hinder me from doing anything else. It's only that the obsession over the notes is distracting and a suitable enough excuse NOT to do anything else to satisfy my Lizard Brain into laying there on the rock, basking in sunshine.
Son of balls! Someone just ousted me as Mayor of Donut Palace! I was just in there for coffee this morning and I forgot to check in. ONE CHECK IN and I could still be Mayor. Just one! My life is FUCKING BULLSHIT.
