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[yuuago]

I... am... SO unproductive.
What the fuck is wrong with me?! Or maybe it's the atmosphere in this office, I dunno man. *frustrated* I have a vague idea of what I'm doing, but I ain't got a single word down. Need, hmm, five pages for tomorrow? Rule of thumb is two minutes per page, so that makes ten. Sounds about right.
But the point is, I've scribbled some notes, but I don't really have anything. What the hell is wrong with my attention span, man?
Think I should go home and work there instead...

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I feel weird. ._.

[edit 8:45 pm]

I feel kind of manic and I don't know if it's the pills or what. Well, manic isn't the word, maybe, but I'm unusually happy and laughing at little things, which is fine, you know, but I can't concentrate. No matter what I do, I just feel all "La~", and can't just... you know... concentrate long enough to write the five pages I need to write for tomorrow.
Dunno what to do about this.

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[katfur.livejournal.com]

I have had family members who've wound up on prescriptions for bipolar stuff, and have described it as sort of living inside a ball of cotton in which you can't think.

Anyway. Just thought I'd mention, because it seemed pertinent.