Yes I am stressed out.

Stress stress stress. It’s not financial. It’s not health related. Those fronts are wonderful.

Career stress. Presentation in front of the whole company stress.

Fuck fuck fuck.

I just need to get into it. Sunday. Tomorrow needs to be productive in terms of laying out the presentation. If everything went wonderful, I would have a draft to show to people on Monday for feedback. I need to do that. Maybe I’ll get a massage tomorrow. If I’m tense and stressed still. It’s 7:12pm. I need to write my Emily and Hiroko emails.

I hate that I have to do this. I hate that I have to live like this. I wish I was passionate about my work. I hate that I’m not amazing or terrible at anything.