well, did okay today, stayed productive albeit not in any sort of organized way. I've got the laundry halfway done, cleaned up the kitchen for the third time, and picked up in the area in my apt that I have designated as the living room, which is the thing I've been avoiding. Not on purpose, but when I look at it I seem to just magically find something else that is so urgent that it must be handled immediately. However, the second I stop chugging along, the intrusive thoughts attack. Like holy shit. If I said the things I say to myself to anyone else, I would be a toxic human to be around. But sometimes it's hard to not tell myself that I'm such an idiot that I should just kms. It's a habit by now.