It’s been raining pretty steadily here for the last few days. It’s good I guess because we need the rain, being in a drought and all. But it sets a depressive kind of mood. Everything is dark and wet and no one wants to leave the apartment.
My roommate has been laying in bed all morning and it makes it difficult to get things done. I’m not sure if I can make noise or not. It’s after noon, so I’m going to get on with things that I have to do around the room. It’s my room too.
I’ve been restless and indecisive more and more lately. There are a million things I need to do, but I only have so much inclination. I think I will feel a bit better about things once I make my list and start tackling them.
I don’t know about you but I can’t seem to move on with my tasks if I feel like my space is a mess. I’m not exactly a neat person, but right now, even though there are other pressing things to do, I know I need to take an hour and straighten things up before I will get any kind of productive work done.
Sometimes I wonder if this habit is anxiety or if it’s a quirk related to me. It’s probably something to do with control anyway.