low chi these days. crappy times at work, my first poor performance review of my professional career. 100% of me wants to write it off because he’s an asshole, but there’s always that little voice that worries there’s a grain of truth in there. what if I’m just not that good any more? what if I never was?

need to refocus. thinking about selling the apartment – which I love and put a lot of effort into acquiring – so I can have some cash again and make some different career choices.

ugh. hope this passes soon.

It wasn’t intentional, but I’d gotten up late and dressed in a hurry and by the time I realized they were crotchless tights it was too late to change. So I went to work in crotchless tights. Definitely upped the game in concentrating through meetings.

I hate them all. Why did I take this stupid fucking job anyway?