whelmed

Over and under.

This probably isn't going to make much sense, seeing as how it would be much easier to deal with this awful feeling if I could just flop onto the couch with another person and unwind the day, but that doesn't look like it's going to happen any time soon, so here I am, sitting at my desk, typing on a computer.

Overwhelmed with work (or rather, the storm of work brewing on the horizon) and underwhelmed with... I don't even know what. Confidence? Stimulation? Someone else knowing (and caring) what I am doing at this very moment?

Whatever I suppose. I did not want this to be space where I whine about being by myself; no one wants to read that. I don't even like to write that. It's just a little harder than usual today to shake the slow and cold veil from my feathers and be the bubbly, energetic optimist that everyone prefers.

Come on kiddo. Get moving.