Today was a good day. Sort of.

I had a good morning. Got in gear pretty quickly. Made it to the library. Was pretty productive, although I didn't get a final word count on my work today. And I took some notes. I know where I'm going and I feel good about my work today. Then I went to get a coffee and a light lunch, which was a nice cap to the morning. I also managed to get a laundry in and a few other small things that needed doing, so objectively it was a good day.

But sometimes a bad feeling sneaks up on me out of nowhere and I have this heaviness in my chest, and it's sneaky so by the time I notice it I don't know what to do except distract myself with games and nonsense until it dissolves and leaves me alone.

So I had a good day, sort of, but I still somehow feel like shit about myself.