I will not apologize for the Oxford comma in the title.
That’s the kind of mood I’m in.
As I’ve gone from “being extremely busy with externally-directed projects” to “being pretty busy with self-directed projects”, I have also gone from “disciplined and gung-ho” to “tired and cranky and rebelling against myself”. Which is stupid, because most of the fun in rebellion comes from the ego boost you get from sticking it to someone else. Saying to yourself “No! Screw the schedule. I’m NOT going to do what you tell me to! I’m going to sit around and eat chips!” is worse than pointless. It nets you both the guilt of rebellion and the shame of being defied. And of not achieving things.
From experience I know I’ll get over it in a day or two, but today (and yesterday) everything feels flat, stale, and unprofitable, and even mildly exposing my boobs yesterday didn’t cheer me up.
OK, enough bitching.