I'm just sitting here and becoming more uncomfortable with each passing moment. In a few short hours, I will be having a visit with my son whom I rarely get to see any more. Yet, I sit and procrastinate and can't find the motivation to get things ready. I skipped work last night, thinking I'd be able to do some cleaning then. I ended up just sleeping. And I want to go back to sleep. I look at the mess around me and know it's just hopeless. I'm too sore, and too tired to make it work. Why is something so simple be so difficult? Why with each passing moment I become more and more anxious and willing to consider hurting myself so I don't have to face this day? I just want to go back to bed and forget it.