I have a tendency to push myself too hard at the end of the day. It seems to be guilt motivated: I haven't accomplished nearly what I set out to, so I can't just call it a day when it's time to go to bed. As I write this it's just past 0100, and I feel drugged. I'm sickly tired, but I've just spent over an hour hanging laundry, washing dishes, and generally tidying in the kitchen. This is after a day spent editing the Callender wedding video, which I should have done a couple of weeks ago.
There are several other projects that need my attention, too, and each day I wake filled with dread because I know I'm not going to get enough done. I just want to escape from my life right now, for so many reasons.
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