| laughsmile ( @ 2006-01-01 22:33:00 |
| Entry tags: | depression |
A fit of Workaholic fever
(Jan 1, 2006) Woke up from a dream where I was walking to my dacha near Dnieper river. Alongside my own squirel was running and jumping from tree to tree.
But by the end of the day I had a feat of workaholic fever -- I felt I want to do something important, but didn't want to do anything that I ought to do. As a result the cold and soar throat came back.