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I keep reminding myself that it is a good thing that I know when I am being crazy these days.

Today is a bad day — menstrual period, scary email from someone I respect about something I have been working hard on, haven't been eating as well as I would like, sleeping schedule mildly fucked, have been slipping on GTD for weeks now, feeling isolated and frustrated and upset with myself for feeling this way, my day-to-day schedule has a conflict tonight for two things I care about, and I am trying to play the "never as bad as you think it is" and "this too shall pass" and "your only obligation is oxygen" tracks in my head.

But it's hard.

That's really all I have to say: today is a bad day. I am doing my best. I am getting better at handling bad days. It's still hard.