It's 1 PM and I haven't eaten yet. This is nothing new, I frequently forget to eat. Yes, forget. It is never intentional. In fact, I always start the day with the intent of eating. I just forget. Swears. Anyway. So now I've got the shakey-shakes and I feel like ew and I cannot address this issue because I am supposed to meet with someone any minute now (I'm at work). So I am sitting here, with my shakey-shakes, trying to convince myself that Baked Lays are yum, as they are the only food available currently.

Fact: I am no good at taking care of myself. Never have been. I'll do this adorable thing where I say I'm going to take time off to rest and recuperate, but never end up relaxing at all. I worry. And find projects that I feel obligated to complete. And sit around with my worries, thinking of something irritating Pretty did, which wouldn't seem nearly as bad if I weren't just sitting at home.

...My point? I just remembered that I have ten work-days until I am off from work and free to do whatever pleases my little soul.

I need a plan. A plan to enjoy my time off. Yes, that sounds ridiculous. Of course. I am a ridiculous person.

So yeah...needs a plan. Will be thinking about this.