...the week that never ends..

i feel kind of like a bag of shit. it's 7:41pm. stuck at work until 11pm. very tired. not rested. sugar-free redbull. my work chair gives me the worst back and neck pain. it makes me feel old. a handful of unpleasant, pessimistic thoughts. it's thursday. now it's 7:47pm. .....fuck. *sigh* sink into chair.

i made an appointment with my doctor for next week. tuesday at 10am. i bailed on this process a few months ago because i felt that the system either wasn't working or was just not open enough to accomodate my needs, i don't know. i feel like my doctors original assertions were correct, and i want to ask her to continue with her orignal idea's for helping me. i trust her opinion over a clinician reading off a standardized questionaire.