I washed a large number of dishes, so I am getting somehere. 

I think my brains feel bad partly because of what a mess it is in here and partly because there is not enough rest in the universe for me for some reason.  I have energy to do some things that are helping or beneficial to me, but going to suffer my awful job just shuts down my brain and refuses to let me get out of bed.

So I’m out of bed, obviously, and I’m gonna do a lot of what I should have done yesterday.  Just with breaks, because still.  The rest.  I crave it and it never comes.