Yesterday, I slept.

Yesterday, I needed a break from it all. I woke up in the morning with my eyes nearly swollen shut from all of the crying the night before. There had been a conflict and I hate being lied to. There is nothing more that infuriates me then knowing that someone I care about has lied to me. And then once the anger goes away, I am just left saddened and hurt. So, yesterday, I slept.

I came to work in the morning wearing my glasses to try and hide my swollen appearance. I felt like crap though. I was still in emotional shambles. I tried to do my work and tried to focus but I couldn't make sense of anything. I felt like I was outside of my body and my mind wasn't functioning. I was just going through the motions of work but achieving nothing. I'd tried to stay in my little corner so that no one read into my saddened appearance. As soon as I emerged from my cubicle, two people asked me if I was sick. I told them that I didn't feel well. I knew that I wasn't going to get anything done. It was almost 1pm and I was no closer to completing my work than I had been at 8am. I told my boss that I wasn't feeling well and I was going home. I did just that. I got home and peeled off my work clothing, trading them in for my favorite pajamas. I played with Nora for a little while but she was quite hyper. I finally I decided I needed sleep more than anything. I went to bed around 2pm or so and didn't get up until after 9pm. My body was exhausted and it's so easy to stay curled up in bed on days like yesterday. I stayed up for a few hours and went back to bed.

Today is another day. I could definitely go to sleep now and sleep for hours. But I need to work. I can't let my work suffer because my personal life isn't hunky dorey. So I came into work a little later than usual today and I'm working. I still don't feel very productive. I need to get out of this funk.

Hopefully, I will finish this project today. And move on.