The pile of paper on my desk at work just seems to get larger and larger, with no end in sight.
I just discovered that a bunch of non-work editing that I did about a year and a half ago was basically pointless and useless.
The credit card bill came for all those wonderful Fading Suns rulebooks that I recently purchased. I forgot about the conversion from US dollars to Canadian dollars. The Canadian dollar seems to be like me, worth crap.
I'm having a lot of trouble getting to sleep at night, and then spend very little time sleeping.
I am not getting any personal reading done, and have no real desire at the moment to read. Nor am I seemingly wanting to work on any of the roleplaying game stuff that I should be for the convention games that I have to get ready or for the rpg campaigns that I am about to start running again in August.
Do I feel any better for venting? Not really.