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I am so, so tired of wasting time and being upset and hating myself. I slept in half the day today, knowing I'll be going to a station that I don't know except from one day there, knowing this means at my station we'll have one person, alone and hurting from doing freaking three peoples' worth of work.

I finally dragged myself to the shower and then out of the house and found out that weather-wise, I'd wasted a perfect day, unexpectedly chilly and a bit cloudy and just. Perfect, to me, for walking outside, and I missed it being inside and upset, with the situation and with myself.

I got my shower curtain changed, at least, and now I have that double-curtain thing where the outside one will stay pretty. Have not gotten any writing done, about to eat a late dinner and try to do that.